I get home from work tonight and I’m utterly exhausted, so I lay down to take a nap. I fade in and out for about an hour and then I’m awake and can’t sleep. I grab my battered copy of The More Than Complete Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy and finish reading it. Still not sleepy. Its now one AM and I say the hell with it, I’ll go bitch on the boards, because I know what’s keeping me awake. (Its not too long a list.)
I had a filling drop out of an infected tooth the other day. It doesn’t hurt, but the damn drainage is making me feel sick to my stomach. Yeah, I’m taking anti-biotics and I go see the dentist tomorrow (assuming I can get up in time to make the appointment) to get the thing looked at in preparation for having a root canal done on it. I’ve also got to go see the doctor tomorrow and see about getting some anti-depressants so I can quit smoking. (And maybe I’ll have a few of my personality disorders straightened out by the damn things as well.)
Then there’s the matter of my ex-girlfriend who called me the other day. No doubt I’ve freaked her out and she’ll not want to talk to me again. I’m just waiting for the realization of that to hit me.
Finally, when I sit down here to start bitching about all this so that I can go to sleep, I start yawning and I’m tired. But do you think that I’m gonna drop right off to sleep when I get into bed? Nope, I’ll be wide awake again, and that’s what’s pissing me off! I wanna sleep damn it! I’m sorry if my subconscious is having problems sorting out all this other shit that’s going on, I just wanna sleep! 'Cause, there ain’t a fucking thing I can do about any of it until tomorrow and if I sleep it’ll get here sooner.
This is not a major crisis! This is just another annoying little bump in my life, brain, and I’d like to be able to get some sleep tonight. Thank you.
[Homer Simpson] Ok, brain, I don’t like you, you don’t like me. Help me get through this thing so I can get back to killing you with beer. [/Homer Simpson]