I’m beginning to think there is some sort of “curse” out there for all of the insomniacs in the world…
I feel like every time that I FINALLY get a chance to get some real sleep… or as close to real as I can get… someone will inevitably, unknowingly ruin those chances. EVERY TIME. I’ve gotten about 4 hours sleep in the last 2 or 3 days… all 4 of which fell between the hours of 730am and 1130am today… but, I got a phone call which needed to be answered, and here I am again- awake, wanting nothing more than to sleep some REAL sleep… the kind where you wake up feeling rested, even if just a tiniest bit… the kind where your mind clears itself a little, and your body does some amount of healing… not the kind I’ve become so familiar with, where I wake up even more exhausted/ confused/ flustered/ in pain… And the worst part about being woken up at 1130 means that I have the choice to stay relatively awake for the day. sure, I could try to go back to sleep and POSSIBLY get rested up… but by the time am done with the phone call and its surroundings, I’m awake enough that I feel like I shouldn’t go back to sleep because I have shit I need to get done… and sleeping through my responsibilities isn’t okay… I can’t put it off just because I’m only partially functioning as a person… It won’t get it self done… but don’t get me wrong- I most certainly have NOT been avoiding it for shits and giggles. I’m not even avoiding it, I’m just not in the right frame of mind to remember these things need to be done. I feel so sick, my back and neck and shoulders and all of my joints are killing me. I feel like an old lady!
My brother is stopping by in a few minutes
I should make myself look a little less like someone who’s been on their death bed
I should also make some phone calls while I’m thinking of it.