Friday, March 21, 2008


Daily Stats
Words: ...grrrrr
Caffeine: morning cup so far
Evil Calories: Too tired to even ingest trans-fat
Reality TV: .....huh?

I'm having a little trouble sleeping lately. This happens to me from time to time. Not as much now, in my crotchety old age (I'm turning 35 in a few weeks and I'm not pleased. Not sure how it happened, and plan on taking it up with the authorities), but when I was younger I would go through week long spells of not sleeping at all. I'd try and sleep. I'd run around all day to tire myself out, I'd drink sleepytime tea right before bed. I once even took a Unisom. It just made me really tired.

But I specifically remember once dragging myself into work in the midst of a sleepless bought, and a co-worker informed me that someone was simply trying to make a psychic connection with me, and they were blocking my sleep mojo. At the time, I was quite sure she'd spent her formative years eating paint chips, but in light of recent events, I'm willing to give that theory its day in court.

Now, of course, there are a few people that immediately come to mind when considering who may be attempting this. Clive Owen, for instance (I tend to have delusions of grandeur when I'm sleep deprived). Whoever it is, they really need to know that tuning into the universe and throwing a mental monkey wrench into my brain is not necessary! I have email! Send me a little note. Leave a comment right here on my blog. Seriously, constantly banging on the door to my subconscious is a bit overboard.

But if you're insistent on getting into my head, could you please limit your cerebral badgering to regular business hours? When I'm actually okay with being awake? 9-5 EST would work just swell for me. I promise to stop every few seconds and check for incoming messages.

1 comment:

Brent said...

Who needs sleep when you're addicted to coffee!