Jan 20, 2009 23:33
Insomnia sucks. Big time. I've been floating through life for the last 2 or 3 weeks zonked out and turning into an alcoholic. I've been drinking pretty much every night in addition to taking over the counter sleeping pills and most of the time that works, however dangerous and ill-advised it might be. I try and space it out because of the addiction aspects of the pills, but I still have to drink to get any rest. I feel like a loser drinking by myself at 1:30 in the morning each night on weekdays, usally the cheapest and shittiest stuff we have on hand at the house. Tonight might just be the leftover mudslide wine-cooler shitass thing my sis left at Christmas and mint schnopps. Yum yum. I don't know why I object to seeing a doctor so strongly, but short of having a bone sticking out of my skin, you'd be hard pressed to get me to go. Especially after what happened to my mom, you'd think I'd have better sense, but I apparently don't. My dad is sending me some prescription sleep aids that might help a bit. Uhg.
In other news, we are thinking of having a house built. We've been house shopping for a few weeks and even with our decent price range of almost twice what we were able to spend in Norfolk, we can't seem to find a decent house far enough away from other houses that isn't on the side of a cliff next to trailers and with a yard that you can only access by helicopter. I'm not exagerating by that much. I didn't realize Greene county had places that remote and crappy. At least with having a house built, we can situate it on the land we purchase wherever we want and have more freedom. And the price ain't bad neither. (Hillbilly talk attempt #1).
Ok, enough for today. Going home to make yet another feeble attempt at rest.