Die, insomnia, die!
I’m losing my mind. For some reason or another, I’ve been averaging about one to two hours of sleep a night (if that) this past week. Probably (meaning there could be another reason, but for the sake of convenience I’ll just go with this one; it doesn’t make my head hurt as much) because I pulled an all-nighter six days ago to finish an essay that ended up crap.
Usually I go to bed at about 1 - 2AM, because my circadian rhythms have changed to the point where if I go to sleep any earlier, I wake up at an obscenely early time and end up grumbling non-stop until noon the next day, regardless of where I am or who I’m with. For the past seven days, I’ve been doing the whole thing where you wake up every 15 minutes, open one eye a crack and stare at the clock, praying that it’s 7:00AM when really it’s only been a quarter of an hour, then fall back asleep again. Does anybody else get this on a regular basis?
I’ve tried counting sheep (they turned into goats at one point, then phoenixes, then my ex-boyfriends amongst a herd of cows - cue me randomly making stabbing motions in the air - then sheep with masquerade masks, etc. etc.), reading until my eyes got tired (or, rather, didn’t), the old “warm milk and a hot shower” wives’ tale… what a crock of shit.
I’ve gotten rather sick of it. To the point where I’m up at 4:54AM talking to a friend on Facebook who’s experiencing the same dilemma and is thinking of going to the gym to defend his masculinity. Who the hell thinks about the gym at just shy of five in the morning? All I’m thinking about is how My Big Fat Greek Wedding is playing in my DVD player for the second time tonight and how I’m repeatedly rewinding at the bit where Aunt Voula calls out “Do you need sponging?!” because it makes me giggle.
Yeah. I’m losing my mind.
P.S. I clocked in a whole hour of sleep tonight. Not sure if I should be proud of myself or berate the front door due to lack of sleep and sanity instead.