As many of you know, I am an insomniac. What this means is I
often go a week or two, or sometimes three, without a full night of sleep. Oh,
I’ll sleep a couple of hours… um, cumulative hours, meaning I catch an hour
here and an hour there. Sometimes, I’ll get really lucky and have four hours of
sleep… straight through!
I’ll go like this for a stretch of time until, finally and
thankfully, my body will crash and I will receive a restful, blissful night of
sleep.
Ahhhhhhh….
And then, I wake up the next morning feeling like hell. My
body aches all over. I am so tired I can barely stand.
What the hell, man?!
You’re supposed to sleep to get rest but my stupid body gets
more tired when it gets sleep. I think that’s because it goes so long without a
good night’s sleep that when it gets it it just wants more. And it hurts
because it feels so very, very tired.
Kinda sucks.
That’s how I woke up this morning, by the way. I crashed
last night around 10:30pm – Vicky was still up – and I went to bed before her.
I’m sure she knew by now what that signified. After all, I rarely go to bed
first and she was downstairs still watching TV (and working, of course). I
slept until 6:30 this morning, clocking in exactly eight hours!
And felt like shit when I woke up.
After a few nights awake, I’m sure I’ll be back to normal…
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