Who Needs Sleep?
I called Dirk on Sunday and we talked for four and a half hours, partly because I haven't talked to him in so long but largely because he is the chattiest man in the history of the universe. I'm not complaining--it was very nice--but I refuse the blame for keeping him up until 1:30 in the morning, especially when I told him we should probably hang up or he'd regret it at 5 in the morning, when he gets up for work.
Strangely, though, I think I got less sleep than he did. I just couldn't turn off my brain and kept thinking, thinking, thinking about such random, pointless shit. It was basically a repeat of so many nights in junior high when I'd try to list all the countries of the world alphabetically or list every cast member from "The Real World." This is my version of counting sheep, but it doesn't really work because these kinds of things just make me more alert and potentially frustrated when the names of so many West African nations elude me.
By the time I was in college, I managed to develop a kind of meditative, calming image in order to fall asleep at night (sans medication, of course). I would imagine myself submerged in a swimming pool--no sound, no sights, just floating.
But then I saw The Piano and the final scene ruined my calming image forever.
So I think I got, at most, two hours of sleep Sunday night, and I tried to fix this last night, by going to bed before 10. But then Fouad called me from work around midnight, and that kept me up until well past 4. I finally resorted to a Klonopin to fall back asleep but Fouad woke me again at 5 because he was off work and in need of attention.
It was actually kind of sweet, and I enjoyed talking to him for an hour or so before going to sleep.
And the next thing I remember is my new boss calling me, because I was late to work.
Lovely.
I was so embarrassed and apologetic when I arrived. Everyone was nice about it, but I know how bad it looked, and I am now desperate for a new alarm clock. In a nutshell, using my cellphone for this purpose finally caught up with me, because the "snooze" button is the same size and shape as the "off" button, and they are touching. It's a wonder I've not done this before, and I am now afraid that it'll happen again.
Hopefully I can find a new clock soon--I just don't know of anything convenient or else I would've picked one up today. To supplement my cellphone for tomorrow, I set the alarm on my iPod, which I know is complete shit, but it's better than nothing. Maybe I can also find some kind of call service or something on my computer. If you know of anything, please let me know. And I'll try to get some rest.
Strangely, though, I think I got less sleep than he did. I just couldn't turn off my brain and kept thinking, thinking, thinking about such random, pointless shit. It was basically a repeat of so many nights in junior high when I'd try to list all the countries of the world alphabetically or list every cast member from "The Real World." This is my version of counting sheep, but it doesn't really work because these kinds of things just make me more alert and potentially frustrated when the names of so many West African nations elude me.
By the time I was in college, I managed to develop a kind of meditative, calming image in order to fall asleep at night (sans medication, of course). I would imagine myself submerged in a swimming pool--no sound, no sights, just floating.
But then I saw The Piano and the final scene ruined my calming image forever.
So I think I got, at most, two hours of sleep Sunday night, and I tried to fix this last night, by going to bed before 10. But then Fouad called me from work around midnight, and that kept me up until well past 4. I finally resorted to a Klonopin to fall back asleep but Fouad woke me again at 5 because he was off work and in need of attention.
It was actually kind of sweet, and I enjoyed talking to him for an hour or so before going to sleep.
And the next thing I remember is my new boss calling me, because I was late to work.
Lovely.
I was so embarrassed and apologetic when I arrived. Everyone was nice about it, but I know how bad it looked, and I am now desperate for a new alarm clock. In a nutshell, using my cellphone for this purpose finally caught up with me, because the "snooze" button is the same size and shape as the "off" button, and they are touching. It's a wonder I've not done this before, and I am now afraid that it'll happen again.
Hopefully I can find a new clock soon--I just don't know of anything convenient or else I would've picked one up today. To supplement my cellphone for tomorrow, I set the alarm on my iPod, which I know is complete shit, but it's better than nothing. Maybe I can also find some kind of call service or something on my computer. If you know of anything, please let me know. And I'll try to get some rest.