NOOOOOOO!
When I was a kid I saw this puppet show on TV. The character was describing life on some other planet. There was this rite of passage young folks needed to go thru. They were kept awake for 50 hours, then every time they passed into deamland, someone would come and wake them up.
If they flipped out from sleep dep, they failed and had to take the test again at a later time.
The alien kid beat the fuck out of the person waking him up with a baseball bat.
[Yes, kiddie shows were much more violent back in the 1950s.]
The staff here at the TIRC keep waking me up to tell me that I have mail or a package.
I think they all come from that rather sadistic alien planet.
I got to bed at 6AM. She pounded on my door at 9AM.
I am a peaceful guy these days, but I immediately thought of the kiddie show from 50+ years ago and the baseball bat.
I have bugs in my bed. Not "normal" bedbugs because they do not bite me. Tiny little red bugs the size of a map pin head. They crawl on me. They make it hard to fall asleep. They wake me up.
Unlike the staff ladies here at the TIRC, I can smush them DEAD!
Two cures for bugs in bed. I won't use poison. Not good for me and it may well kill my immortalist breatharian fly companion on the wall over my bed.
The more ideal cure is diatomacious earth.
I had a package of it on the Ganesh altar at 623. [Good for parasite cleansing.] It's now in storage. In what box? Fuck if I know!
I was so flipped out during the move that I never oversaw nor labeled all boxes. Big drawback from being a basket case!
All things considered I actually slept better last night than I have in a while. I re-discovered 2 cans of coconut milk. So even though my sleep was broken many times by bugs and by alien TIRC sadistic staff, I was able to get right back to sleep. Almost 8 hours is much better than 4 or 6!