caffeeeeeeeeine
umm, what?
Okay. Sasha. Michelle. Madonna (circa 1984).
Not a set of connections I would ever have made.
Not even if I lived to be 200.
Plus which it makes me feel really old, knowing that Sasha was born in 1982 and Michelle was born in 1987.
Yikies.
That Madonna song must seem like easy listening.
Anyway, so I missed this bit on TV, and, seeing it now, I'm kind of happy that I did. In fact, driving from my apartment back to Dory's house, I was thinking to myself that I probably shouldn't bother watching at all on Tuesdays, because it's fifty-seven minutes of crap that's even more irrelevant than the two hours of actual competition on Mondays, and the only information I want is within the last 150-180 seconds. Fifty-seven minutes for sleep.
Sleep is kind of a thing for me right now.
The vicious cycle has hit again. Lack of sleep leads to hypomania, which leads to even less sleep. OCD over organizing the minutest details of the content on all my external hard drives (which really should have their own rack now, there are so many). Listening to every last second of every song I've downloaded in the last two weeks so that I can say I've heard all of it enough to have an informed enough opinion - but to tell to whom?
So I had my usual Friday dinner nap, down at seven, but not up at ten as per usual, but at midnight, and only because I had to get Dory sat up in bed from his TV time so that he could take his late pills and Tony could put him to bed, and that would be all. Only not.
I sat down at my computer, thinking that I'd just work out some filename issues for a database, water the tomatoes in the dark, and then go back home. Twenty-five hours later, I was still working on the same database. I had gotten Dory up, through the bathroom, back into bed, through his Saturday night TV/movie time, up, and back into bed while still working on a frivolous personal database that really doesn't need to exist.
I got close to ten hours of sleep on Sunday, so no one would think there would be a problem after that, which would be incorrect. Still worked on the database through Monday morning at 6:00 AM. Went back to bed, thinking: no more than six hours, and it won't be problematic. I even took a Benadryl, because those only knock me out for five hours.
I didn't wake up at 11:00. In fact, I didn't wake up until my therapist called me at 3:15. For my 3:00 appointment.
My alarm clock buzzes for ninety minutes before it turns itself off. I never heard it. Nor did i have to get up to pee, drink water, or anything. Just out cold, for no real reason.
Maybe I'm not as “otherwise healthy” as I've been thinking.