There was no reason why I shouldn’t have slept through the night yesterday. I had a long day at work, a really tiring workout at the gym, and not to mention a class that didn’t end till 10:45pm. I was exhausted by the time I hit the bed.
But, at 3:38am after much tossing and turning I could no longer fall back to sleep. I shifted around trying to find a comfortable spot; moved and fluffed the pillows; hugged Mr. Druzzy (stuffed dog); piled on a heavier blanket over the comforter (this usually helps); kept my eyes shut. All in vain.
So I turned on the light and read a book (The Virgin Suicides) for what seemed like a long time. Still no sleep.
I then turned on the TV and watched BBC America for another 30 minutes (you are what you eat). Still no sleep
Finally, at 4:55am I turned the TV off and decided to just stare out the window and wait for the sunrise.
I managed to get about 45 minutes of sleep before waking up for work again.
I am a little disoriented to say the least.
I just had a slice of pizza for breakfast. I don’t know why. I guess I’ll save the oats for lunch.
My neck is killing me too. I think reading made it worse since I was sleeping on top of the pillows instead of my usual in-between the pillows.
My clothes selection this morning is also questionable. It feels like a cross between a private school uniform and an Irish kilt.
Back in the old days, I would just call a friend and chat till I fell back to sleep. But now that these friends have jobs, kids, and wives, it feels too intrusive.
Do you have such nights once in a while? What do you do?
In a way it feels really cool to be awake when the rest of the world (arr..half world?) is sleeping. Like knowing something others aren’t suppose to know.
I am talking crazy; at least you know why.