Wishing For a Quiet Night ...

So last night was ... interesting.  

I woke up a couple times to go to the bathroom ... nothing terribly unusual.  But then at 3:30 I had a dream ... and I was wide awake.  Completely wide awake.   Terribly ... wide ... awake.

I tried getting on line.  I tried reading.  I tried several things ... none of which accomplished the goal ... which was make me unconscious.

At three thirty my thought was, "My alarm goes off at seven ... that's three and a half hours from now ... that's practically a half night's worth of sleep left to go!  Awesome!"

At four my thought was, "Ugh ... still awake?  Oh well ... I'll still sleep three more hours.  Woot!"

At four thirty, I was starting to get a little punchy, "Son of a bitch, are you serious?  It's been an hour?!  Ugh ... Stoney's alarm goes off in fifteen minutes ... I could be there in fifteen minutes ... I have a key ... ugh ... no!  Go to sleep!"

At five o'clock, I was despondent.  "FUCK ME!  I only have TWO hours left.  Should I get up?  Maybe I should just get up.  No ... this is it ... go to sleep.   Just GO TO SLEEP."

About five fifteen ... I dozed off into this weird, fitful sleep.   My phone buzzed with a text from Stoney around seven ... and I realized I wasn't even under all the way ... just barely.  And so ... my day began.

It wasn't a bad day ... but honestly I was so tired I'm not sure what I missed.   Entire conversations went on when I would snap to and be like, "Huh ... wha ... wait ... I'm bringing what tomorrow?  It's food day?  I agreed to this?  When?  Fuck ..."

And so ... let's try this again.  To sleep ... perchance to dream ... 

You tell me that you want me
You tell me that you need me
You tell me that you love me
And I know that I'm right
'Cause I hear it in the night

The Romantics - Talking In Your Sleep