…Because insomnia is so fucking fun.
At least it’s not as bad as the loverly’s, but still–it’s pretty bad.
It is now 2:58 am. Wide awake. I have to wake up in the morning. I’ll be barely functional, if at all, because I’ve been out all week, and I’m tired from doing all that. Too much fucking traveling. I just want to lay in my bed and watch Jerry Springer. Sometimes I have to force myself to go to bed. Doesn’t happen much.
And no, I do not do warm milk or sleeping pills. Milk doesn’t do well for me in general, and sleeping pills? Nah, negative.
I don’t think I’ve had a full 8-hour, uninterrupted sleep in 9 years. I average about 5 hours of sleep a night. It’s better now; at one time it was 3 hours a night, and I became a walking zombie ready to bite heads off. Sleep deprivation screwed everything up. But yet, nothing. I think giving me a shotgun would be more effective, albeit permanent if I’m not careful.
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same…
A non-sequitur: I had a job interview. It went a lot better than I thought it would. Didn’t puke my brains out or claw my arms. Waiting for a possible call for a second interview. Please let me get it…please let me get it…
