Feb 08, 2006 04:24
Sleeping at home is nothing more than tossing and turning for eight hours trying to avoid waking up. I know I need sleep. I know my body needs sleep but none of that seems to matter here.
I was in state college for the weekend, and my heart was given a boost. I got to see wonderful friends and my love. There was also a sweet kitty present. Perhaps all these things made me sleep better but it’s draining to know that I slept better on a makeshift bed on the floor of an apartment than I do in my own home.
Being home puts my body under an enormous amount of stress, and I feel sick all the time. I wish that wasn’t the case, and at times, I even think it’s all in my head but it’s hard to ignore what my body is telling me all the time when I’m home. Being home is unhealthy for me, and that makes me sad.
I’m gonna do my insomniac thing now and put in a movie. I can’t think of a better movie than Spirited away to put me to sleep.