Yesterday was one of those absolutely sleepless nights. I lay there wide awake, getting more and more
annoyed that I wasn’t falling asleep.
The temperature was perfect, it was quiet, and I was sure I had
reached the end of my day, and yet – there it was, more day left. The only difference was it was the dark part
of the day. The part usually designated
for dreaming. I was being cheated out of
my dreams.
Okay, so maybe that last part wasn't exactly true. I had spent a good part of the daylight
hours day-dreaming what our country would be like if certain things
happened. Maybe more nightmares than
dreams, I guess you’d say.
That must have been it, between the time change and the
threat of total chaos running rampant, I must have gone to bed too worked up to
sleep. Well that’s just great. Now if whatshisname gets in, I can expect the
next four years to be comprised of tossing and turning, not to mention tossing
my cookies. Yikes!
I may have to join IA, insomniac’s anonymous. I’ll need a sponsor. I’ll need their 24 hour hot-line phone
number, so I can call them whenever I feel myself starting to nod off. No wait, I guess it would work the other
way. I would call them during the night
when I was lying there staring up at the ceiling. But then they’d get no sleep either. That doesn’t seem fair.
Now THAT is going to keep me awake.
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