I got four hours of sleep last night.... which means I got a good night's sleep. Between the baby fussing and Mr. Poppins snoring, I was unable to pass out until 3:00. I didn't mind much, though. I happily watched reruns of It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia and crunched away on peanut M&M's.
Insomnia has always been a problem for me. I vividly remember staying awake all night when I was sixteen years old, and still managed to function at school the next day. I had actually written a few poems about it, in typically horrible teenaged rhyming fashion. They are now lost to history, so when some snot nosed kid writes my biography fifty years from now, I don't have to worry about knocking some dentures out of an old broad's mouth for laughing at my shitty childhood scribblings. I already know I'll be that crazy old lady mumbling to herself in the hallway, I just don't want to wind up locked down in a geriatric psych unit.
In other news, the wounds on my left arm from my psychotic episode a few weeks back are healing nicely. My arm itches like it's got crabs, though.
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