True Story: Mulder & Scully Talked to Me
So, I may have mentioned a few billion times that I have horrible, horrible insomnia. I've been a bad sleeper my entire life, but it's never been as bad as it now. I think my current degree of sleeplessness is due to the perfect storm of stress and general feel-shittyness because ... well ... I generally feel shitty these days. There's so much going on right now; between my newly diagnosed (but not newly-developed) health problems and some other personal issues that have resurfaced in the last year, I think my mind has become completely incapable of shuttting down for any length of time.
The reason I'm even mentioning this is because sleep deprivation has caused some really funky things to happen to me over the years -- everything from searching the entire house for my (now ex) boyfriend, only to wake up suddenly (on the stairs) realizing he was in Seattle, to being awakened by the phone (after finally falling asleep) and answering a thumbtack. A blue thumbtack. I shit you not.
Once, I was lying in bed in that weird fugue state of half-consciousness, sort of watching the X-Files with one eye -- and, I swear to God, I thought Mulder and Scully were talking to me. Being polite, I replied, of course -- but they proceeded to ignore me after that. I'll admit that I was also on some heavy pain pills that night, so maybe lack of sleep wasn't the total culprit -- but still.
Tonight, though, I was lying in bed reading The Amber Spyglass (book three of the His Dark Materials trilogy), when my lard-ass cat, Skittles, shifted next to me and for a split-second, I thought he was one of the story's armored polar bears from Svalbard.
REALLY!
And guess what? It's 7am, and I still haven't fallen asleep. And I have an early Mother's Day brunch date with my parents.
Ugh.
The reason I'm even mentioning this is because sleep deprivation has caused some really funky things to happen to me over the years -- everything from searching the entire house for my (now ex) boyfriend, only to wake up suddenly (on the stairs) realizing he was in Seattle, to being awakened by the phone (after finally falling asleep) and answering a thumbtack. A blue thumbtack. I shit you not.
Once, I was lying in bed in that weird fugue state of half-consciousness, sort of watching the X-Files with one eye -- and, I swear to God, I thought Mulder and Scully were talking to me. Being polite, I replied, of course -- but they proceeded to ignore me after that. I'll admit that I was also on some heavy pain pills that night, so maybe lack of sleep wasn't the total culprit -- but still.
Tonight, though, I was lying in bed reading The Amber Spyglass (book three of the His Dark Materials trilogy), when my lard-ass cat, Skittles, shifted next to me and for a split-second, I thought he was one of the story's armored polar bears from Svalbard.
REALLY!
And guess what? It's 7am, and I still haven't fallen asleep. And I have an early Mother's Day brunch date with my parents.
Ugh.