In which there is very little sleep

Aug 05, 2008 22:52

*nnnngh*

I've had sleep problems here at La Casa de No Es Miyo. It's probably because I've been a ridiculous bundle of nerves all summer, what with the first move here and the finding another place and getting moved over there and now the need to prep the place to the rest of me can move over there. Plus there's the large insects--I just whacked a roach on the bath rug, and I ask again, how the hell do they get there? only that question is purely rhetorical, because I really don't want to know--not to mention the arachnids, which is an entirely different post in itself because it is far too late for me to be talking about that.

And then there's the things where it's too hot or (more rarely), too cold, or the buzz of my laptop is too much for me to deal with, as it has been more and more lately...

I feel as if I've picked up a little of my cat's nervousness, only it doesn't result in me peeing in random places. (Or not so random. Kitty is...something else.) I just can't seem to get to sleep until the early morning hours.

Some of it may have to do with me actually writing again. Last night, even though I was dead tired and took a pill to help sleep, I didn't get to bed until close to 3 am. I did have periods of intense drool, but sleep? Not actually there, or not actually there for long. So finally, I flipped on the light, crawled into chat, and poured out 700+ words of story.

Then put my head down and slept for four hours.

I've had attacks of Muse before, but never quite this.

The thing is, the moment I deal with the insomnia here, I'll finish the move and actually live in the New Place. I bought a bed tonight and everything! Of course, that'll also mean more insomnia...which I'll hopefully be over by the time school starts...

Or if not, I'll have to turn my hand to writing all my lectures. That'll shut my stupid brain up.

writing, thirty days, inside my mind, the sandman hates me

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