Sleep

Sleep has been a mysterious vixen that I have been unable to catch. She has evaded me at every turn and has thwarted my every attempt to catch her. For the past few weeks I have been unable to sleep through the night.

Two nights ago I finally caught that bitch and tied her ass up. She isn’t going anywhere for the time being and I’m happy as I can be. I’ve been able to sleep through the night (or mid-morning for those day shift people) for two days straight. I forgot how refreshing it is to have full nights of sleep with no interruption. Of course, this sleep does take a little work to catch. First, I am forced to dehydrate myself after 0500 in the morning. Failure to do so will cause me to wake up with a bladder that is screaming in pain. I don’t want to wake up, get dressed, and walk to the cadillac in the cold to go to the bathroom. I shouldn’t feel like an old incontinent man – I should have full control of my bladder at all times. Second, I’ve got to wear myself out at the gym and at work. Both of these are relatively easy to do because I’d rather be swamped and not notice my shift is complete than trying to waste 12 hours. The last thing that helps me sleep is entirely dependent on others. I have one roommate that comes in from work at 1200 (I sleep until ~1400). He normally drops his stuff on the floor with little regard for how much noise it makes. This causes me great frustration and anger when he does this. I want to kill him (not really) when he does this. Sleep is my friend and he is taking her away from me. I have an incredibly hard time falling back asleep once I have been woken.