Predicament (but please excuse grammatical areas, as I am under the influece, so to speak)
Solve this riddle, if you can...
I am tired.
Yet I am at all ready to be asleep.
I have taken an Ambien, and so I'm already a little woozy.
I have felt all night tonight that if I lay down in my stupid bed too soon (like, before I can fall asleep), then I will end up being all weepy and stupid over my completely ridiculous problems. But if don't just go to bed already, then what? Then I'm running away from it, and that doesn't fix the problem. That just means it gonna catch up to me eventually. Might as well just suck it up and get some sleep, right? Of course, right.
Also, please take note of two Ambien-related perspectives:
1. As I type, the text behind my cursor seems to be sliding off the bottom of the scream. Like a sinking ship, really.
2. When stationary, every letter wiggles. Like litte dancing worms.
I am beginning to understand why people pop these things. I really did not want to take this Ambien tonight, but after what felt like a mile's worth of pacing in the living room, I gave up and popped one. It had been seven nights with no evening scripts. I just need to remember that needing my meds doesn't mean I'm failing. That's why they're there. I just a need a little boost every once in a blue moon. Because all in all, life's pretty rad. Let's see: haircut Friday, IOWA CITY!!, good theatre, great people, all the food we haven't eaten (PANCHERO'S! I'VE MISSED YOU SO!!!), The Mill or Sanctuary ("America is the greatest country in the world!" "You're kidding, right?"), maybe some house-partying, who knows! The possiblities are endless.
And I am so bringing my sexy new boots. Iowa's not gonna know what she's in for. That's right, little Iowa the LesbIAn, DK2.0 is gonna getcha.
EDIT: Holy crap, I do not even remember writing this last night. Freaking Ambien.
I am tired.
Yet I am at all ready to be asleep.
I have taken an Ambien, and so I'm already a little woozy.
I have felt all night tonight that if I lay down in my stupid bed too soon (like, before I can fall asleep), then I will end up being all weepy and stupid over my completely ridiculous problems. But if don't just go to bed already, then what? Then I'm running away from it, and that doesn't fix the problem. That just means it gonna catch up to me eventually. Might as well just suck it up and get some sleep, right? Of course, right.
Also, please take note of two Ambien-related perspectives:
1. As I type, the text behind my cursor seems to be sliding off the bottom of the scream. Like a sinking ship, really.
2. When stationary, every letter wiggles. Like litte dancing worms.
I am beginning to understand why people pop these things. I really did not want to take this Ambien tonight, but after what felt like a mile's worth of pacing in the living room, I gave up and popped one. It had been seven nights with no evening scripts. I just need to remember that needing my meds doesn't mean I'm failing. That's why they're there. I just a need a little boost every once in a blue moon. Because all in all, life's pretty rad. Let's see: haircut Friday, IOWA CITY!!, good theatre, great people, all the food we haven't eaten (PANCHERO'S! I'VE MISSED YOU SO!!!), The Mill or Sanctuary ("America is the greatest country in the world!" "You're kidding, right?"), maybe some house-partying, who knows! The possiblities are endless.
And I am so bringing my sexy new boots. Iowa's not gonna know what she's in for. That's right, little Iowa the LesbIAn, DK2.0 is gonna getcha.
EDIT: Holy crap, I do not even remember writing this last night. Freaking Ambien.