It's 2 of the clock in the bloody a.m. and I can't sleep. I slept 3 hours last night, from 3 to 6:30. This is not good. This is migraine food. This is what migraines feast and flourish on. No sleep and thunderstorms. I'm going to start running mad soon.
3:00 At least it gives me time to catch up on my favorite intellectual and educational sites, like awfulplasticsurgery.com
3:45 Mia the Wonder Dog sleeping soundly. But on bright note Netflix has all four seasons of Battlestar Galactica streaming online. Score one for me.
4:00 Damn you, sleep! You elusive nymph of the night!
4:48 Woops, Dad getting up soon. I can hear him stirring upstairs.
4:51 Man, what I wouldn't give for a nice, big juicy hamburger and fries. Sorry - that was random and completely unrelated to sleeping. Except I seem to have replaced sleep with food. Constantly hungry, which is problematic when you can't eat anything. A nice, big arugula salad and organic shredded wheat just doesn't quite hit the spot.
11:41 Finally fell asleep around 5:30. Got a whopping five hours of sleep - which may be enough for some people ::coughmikecough::: but I need around 10. And it's windy; sing with me, "barometric pressure chang-gess! Yeah!"
11:42 Have finally lost mind. If found, please contact local authorities.
1 comments:
5 hours is do-able, but I think I'm realizing that 6-7 makes me quite happy.
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