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Thursday, July 10, 2008

Carnt sleep

(yes, that's spelled right, although I have no idea why it is spelled that way)

I kind of predicted this would happen, but it didn't happen in quite the way I thought it would. It's 1:45 AM and I am awake and am not able to sleep. I had slept a bit, but woke up and then the Cat Howl of Death blared from downstairs so I went down to investigate. The next thing I know, I'm scooping cat litter in literally the middle of the night and have woken myself up beyond my ability to go back to sleep. And at this point in the night, I hesitate to take anything to sleep for fear of the inevitable hangover in the morning.

Sleep and I have such a fickle relationship. It's not something that I get nearly enough of, but it's something I wish I could do without. I just think of all the things I could get done if I didn't have to sleep. Actually, what would probably happen is I would just have more time to waste. I am thinking of things that I have to do that I am not getting done because my time management skills have been poor of late and how I'm going to probably have to use the day off I took Monday to work on stuff I need to be finishing for work.

So here I am, and I went through the flower essences and found a couple that I thought would help send me off to dreamland. They really do work, at least in my personal experience. I vowed I will be back in bed at 2AM and, heaven help me, I need to be asleep shortly thereafter because my alarm is going off at 6:15AM. That will be so much sooner than I want it to be.

But that having been said, having listened to "Carnt Sleep" several times while writing this, I just can't get over how much I like Sarah Cracknell. She reminds me of Debbie Harry, but somehow, the comparison doesn't really connect.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I can't sleep, either. But, I don't have to rise at the buttcrack of dawn. I hope whatever sleep you're able to get is restful. Sleep issues suck.

Anonymous said...

I think the reason it's spelled that way, is that either a) the British are posh people, and that when you speak with a posh accent, we drop the 'R's into the word, or b) we're simply illiterate.