No one likes the Unwelcome Visitor.
You know the ones, they just turn up, they don't call ahead. They just descend.
And, there are some visitors, even if you know they are coming, that fill you with dread. Their imminent arrival makes you sigh. Alot.
My old not-so-friend, Insomnia.
Nope, no one says 'oh yay, I've got Insomnia coming over tonight'
But, sometimes, I feel sorry for Insomnia.
Little bit.
Insomnia has no friends. except Bad Irrational Thoughts.
Ever notice how BITs always seem to tag along with Insomnia?
The Hanger-On. The 'Do You Mind If My Friend Comes Too' one.
Chirpy Productive Positive Vibes & Can Do Thoughts seem to eschew the hours of darkness. They are getting their rest at night too.
It is what keeps them fresh-faced and wrinkle-free.
BITs, Insomnia, and me have panda eyes, wrinkles of weariness & grumpiness in common.
Social Media, assuming you have friends in different time-zones (let us consider it an Expat Perk), will at least can help you feel less isolated and psychotic as they will be there, on FaceBook, Twitter or Whatsapp.
It is good to know they are there, when it feels like the whole freaking world has drifted off to a restful, healing, energising world of sleep and rest.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
HIM.
The dog(s).
Even that bloody cat.
All snoozing. Deeeeeep relaxed breathing. Resting. Re-charging. (I kinda hate them a bit, right now)
And whilst I am on the subject, what, exactly, are those bloody animals re-charging for?
More daytime snoozes?
Yeah, steady on.
Maybe that once a day*, burst of energy?
Tragic.
A walk filled with happy shouts at birds & half-hearted attempts at rabbit chasing.
70 kg lummox vs 2 kg fleet-of-foot, thing built for speed. It ain't a fair contest.
The Lummox knows it. The Fast-Thing with Big Ears knows it.
* NOTE: 'Once a day' because neither of them can be arsed to haul themselves out of their/my bed
Poor things. What a day.
It has been months since I have had an unbroken night's sleep. Maybe people don't anymore. I know I am not unique.
HE seems to, mind.
I should know.
Feel like I have carried out enough random spot checks.
If it isn't Him snoring, it is the mosquitoes.
If it isn't one dog finding the most awkward (for me) place (for him) to sleep, it is the other one snoring.
If it isn't waking from the most horrific of dreams, nerves a'jangling, it is the BITs creeping into my brain, with their strobe-lights and crack-strength caffeine to make sure I stay with them.
Am I angry?
Yeah! I'm fffffffing angry!
I want to sleep.
I want to wake up feeling better than when I went to bed.
I'd like to bounce out of bed, and say "Hiya, New Day, whaddaya got me?!"
Instead of:
"Oh God.
No.
Already?"
For more angry, sleep-deprived ravings see Letter To Insomnia
You know the ones, they just turn up, they don't call ahead. They just descend.
And, there are some visitors, even if you know they are coming, that fill you with dread. Their imminent arrival makes you sigh. Alot.
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(and who has been 'dropping in' way too much lately?)
(and who has been 'dropping in' way too much lately?)
Nope, no one says 'oh yay, I've got Insomnia coming over tonight'
But, sometimes, I feel sorry for Insomnia.
Little bit.
Insomnia has no friends. except Bad Irrational Thoughts.
Ever notice how BITs always seem to tag along with Insomnia?
The Hanger-On. The 'Do You Mind If My Friend Comes Too' one.
Chirpy Productive Positive Vibes & Can Do Thoughts seem to eschew the hours of darkness. They are getting their rest at night too.
It is what keeps them fresh-faced and wrinkle-free.
BITs, Insomnia, and me have panda eyes, wrinkles of weariness & grumpiness in common.
Social Media, assuming you have friends in different time-zones (let us consider it an Expat Perk), will at least can help you feel less isolated and psychotic as they will be there, on FaceBook, Twitter or Whatsapp.
It is good to know they are there, when it feels like the whole freaking world has drifted off to a restful, healing, energising world of sleep and rest.
Except you.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
HIM.
The dog(s).
Even that bloody cat.
All snoozing. Deeeeeep relaxed breathing. Resting. Re-charging. (I kinda hate them a bit, right now)
And whilst I am on the subject, what, exactly, are those bloody animals re-charging for?
More daytime snoozes?
Yeah, steady on.
Maybe that once a day*, burst of energy?
Tragic.
A walk filled with happy shouts at birds & half-hearted attempts at rabbit chasing.
70 kg lummox vs 2 kg fleet-of-foot, thing built for speed. It ain't a fair contest.
The Lummox knows it. The Fast-Thing with Big Ears knows it.
* NOTE: 'Once a day' because neither of them can be arsed to haul themselves out of their/my bed
Poor things. What a day.
It has been months since I have had an unbroken night's sleep. Maybe people don't anymore. I know I am not unique.
HE seems to, mind.
I should know.
Feel like I have carried out enough random spot checks.
ANSWER: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
If it isn't Him snoring, it is the mosquitoes.
If it isn't one dog finding the most awkward (for me) place (for him) to sleep, it is the other one snoring.
If it isn't waking from the most horrific of dreams, nerves a'jangling, it is the BITs creeping into my brain, with their strobe-lights and crack-strength caffeine to make sure I stay with them.
"Bitch, you ain't goin' nowhere."
Am I angry?
Yeah! I'm fffffffing angry!
I want to sleep.
I want to wake up feeling better than when I went to bed.
I'd like to bounce out of bed, and say "Hiya, New Day, whaddaya got me?!"
Instead of:
"Oh God.
No.
Already?"
For more angry, sleep-deprived ravings see Letter To Insomnia
I have a hard time sleeping when I know I have to be up for something (like work). It must be an anxiety thing, but when I have nothing to do I can nap like it's my job.
ReplyDeleteI think I would make a good cat or dog. No set schedule and sleep whenever I want. It would be nice...if only