Nightmarish Raisins

My sleep specialist and my GP have been telling me that one of the ways I can combat my sleep sickness is to go to bed early.  No napping, force myself to stay awake until a reasonable hour to go to bed.  That’s around 8pm, in case you were wondering.  8pm.  Sheesh.  Small children stay up later than I do.  I digress.  Yesterday, I was exhausted and napping didn’t work.  Too much caffeine, maybe?  So, I went to bed around 7:30 and attempted to read one of the books Cortejo lent me.  I kept reading the same thing over and over, nothing was being absorbed so I closed the book and my eyes.  Off to dream land.

I had a nightmare about raisins.  Not just raisins but figs and dates.  Dried blueberries and cranberries.

I woke up feeling refreshed.  Ahhh.  Glance at the clock.  12:50AM.  <Groan>  I got up around 1AM and puttered on the computer for a few minutes.  That’s what you’re supposed to do when you can’t sleep, get up and do something for a few minutes instead of laying there staring at the clock counting the minutes of sleep you’d get if you fell asleep right now.  I think I stayed up til around 1:30 before I went back to bed.  Meeko snuggled up and purred for 45 minutes while I drifted in and out.  I think I fell asleep around 3am.  Alarm went off at 4am.

Tired.  So tired.  Damn doctors. I’m not 6 years old.  An 8pm bed time isn’t going to work for me.

Speaking of small children, I was in the presence of 4 of them Saturday.  I forgot how much crying happens at sleepovers.  On the up side, no one threw up.  Mind you, they hardly ate.  I’m reminded of Elspeth and how pick an eater she was as a child and even into her adolescence.  Clearly, I didn’t have this problem.  I had food issues as a kid.  It took me a long time for my Dad to break me of the idea that I better eat twice as much as I needed just in case he wouldn’t feed me later.

I can’t find my toque.  Again.  What the hell?  I’m not counting on finding it this time.  I’ll make a better one when my studs show up from Thailand.  I suspect a good deal of my clothes will be punked up.  200 studs in silver and gunmetal.  I think I’m doing a new toque, my sweater, my cadet hat…I wonder if you could put them on a fedora?  Hmm.

Since I’m staying in radio, I’m thinking (again) about launching a website.  I need a good host spot for my audio.  G-Mail is being douchey about audio attachments.  Maybe because it’s trying to monitor who’s pirating tunes?

Feb 1st.  Practicum is in 20 days.  I have done nothing.  I need to tweak the play, because Leh and Office Mom say it isn’t my funniest work.  I had to remind them both that it isn’t a stand-up routine and that it has to be educational.  I will revisit this today.  I’m also going to start taking notes and putting together the Power Point this week.  I refuse to pull a patented Gaynip move and at 9pm the night before pound it all out.  Bad idea.  Bad, bad idea.

This is what’s making me laugh this morning…

“Doesn’t she realize straight people have that much fun when they have sex?”

“No.  I don’t think they do.”

Today’s plans involve a nap.  Shopping.  Paying bills.  Blah.  Practicum work.  Did I mention a nap?  That’s high on the list.  Oh, and I guess I’ll finish up here at work.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. cortejo
    Feb 01, 2010 @ 08:23:25

    Yer Hat. I has it. I has it on mai headz.


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