Slumber, where art thou?

[muckefuck]

It astounds me that, for a people with as much free time as we have, we spend so much of it sleep-deprived. I don't know how many of my daily entries start with commentary of my state of tiredness. (I'm a little embarrassed to consider it, actually.) And I'm hardly alone. Insomniac entries abound on LJ. And rollick's sleep journal would certainly be of great interest to sleep researchers everywhere.

I got back to monshu's around 2:30 last night. And then I couldn't sleep. I was exhausted, but that wasn't enough. I considered drafting an entry, but I didn't want to risk waking him, so I went into the living room and made some notes. After a while, I drifted off, but I swear I dreamt almost the entire time, so it can't have been very restful. Around 8 or so, I got up, we hung out for a bit, and then made love. (I tried to compensate for the sleepiness by getting a little too acrobatic and almost brought things to a crashing halt. Oops.) An orgasm is one of the most reliable ways of zonking me out--but I squandered this one writing the previous entry. It felt like I was fighting sleep--out of what, I don't know. Sheer contrariness? When I finally laid down, I wasn't snoozing more than half-an-hour before my doofball older brother called to talk. I flatly refused, but the damage had been done--we were both wide awake again.

Sort of, that is. I went into the other room where monshu was watching t.v., and he was stretched out on the couch and looking drowsy. "Look at us," I said, "we stay out a little late one night..."

"...and spend the whole day after recovering," he rejoindered. "Aren't we sad."

So here's my last chance, I reckon. I'm lying down again, and if I don't drift off, I'll just be a fucking zombie tomorrow. I might be one regardless; earlier in the week, I was okay after one short night, and a mess the following day, despite much more sleep.

Sleep...sleep...sleep...

Comments

[rollick.livejournal.com]

I can't see sleep researchers finding me at all interesting. A psychologist, on the other hand, might wonder why I procrastinate so much, and attach myself to an insomniac so much, that I'm frequently in wonky cycles that annoy me.

Says she who was up until 6 this morning with said insomniac, talking and watching "eXistenZ," which is not a movie I'd necessarily recommend to anyone, but even less so to someone who's looking for something to start watching at 2 in the morning.

And why would a solid-REM-sleep nap be non-restful? I thought REM was the part of sleep your body actually needs most.

[mollpeartree.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I've been having insomnia a lot lately too for no reason (or maybe it's all the reading about totally insane people I've been doing lately, who knows). Let me know if you want to try my special Tee-Pee Dreams Native American sedative tea. From the same people who supply my other favorite drug!