no rest for the weary
Eh, like I said in the title of this blog (because everything just has to have a fucking title, don't it?) there's no rest for the weary. Specifically me. what is pathetic is that I require a sedative to sleep each night. Whomever said Tylenol PM and Benadryl wasn't addictive can lick my taint. I need that shit to sleep. No, it's not psychological. I am fucking miserable this way. Hell, I've suffered from it to the point of psychosis before. meh, I guess I'd rather take some over the counter stuff than go to a doc who'll look at me and not really give a shit why I can't sleep. I'm sure there's some underlying causes there. Quite possibly it's because my brain never shuts the fuck up. Ever. And no, not in the insane nuthouse way. it's that voice that is always planning, always thinks something isn't quite right, or that I have this great idea rolling around in my head and I need to put it into action right fucking now. Yipee. It just thrills me to no end.