Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Confessions of an Insomniac

For as long as I can remember I've had a chronic love hate relationship with my bed  and my nemesis has been sleep. Manage to pass out at the crack of dawn with no alarm set and nothing to do?  Perfect  I'll see you in 20 hours.  Go to bed at a reasonable time with the alarm set for work tomorrow?  I'll be lucky to get 3-4 hours of sleep among the tossing, turning, misery.  Melatonin? Check.  Sleepy tea? Check.  Warm bath or shower? Check.  Eye mask? Salt lamp? Getting desperate here.  Room at an ideal temperature? Ha SoCal apartments clearly only need a single ac unit in the living room who doesn't find gale force winds, and the constant buzzing drone of a lovely box fan jammed in the window to be the ultimate in relaxation 8 months of the year.  83 in your room ? Yeah it's late September.  The soul sucking revenge of 100 degree temperatures, mixed with high winds.  I'm tired.  I'm hot. I'm miserable.  Please winter come soon.


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