Tuesday, April 27, 2010

sleep it off.

After behaving like an irresponsible idiot all weekend in Portland at the Bridgetown Comedy Fest, I knew my return to normal life would be rough.
But it was rougher than expected.

Sunday night – my first night back to bed at a decent hour – was spent doing anything but sleeping. I tossed, turned, and grumbled to myself throughout the night and sluggishly into work the next morning with little to no sleep. Monday night, I told myself, would be dedicated to seriously getting my shit back together.

And what does that mean to this grown woman?
Popping a friend’s sleeping pill at 10pm and crawling into bed, praying it would solve my sleeping issues.

Good news; people who don’t take sleeping pills. They work. Well. Very well.

I woke up this morning in love. Absolutely in love with sleep and it’s glorious rewards. My eyes opened slowly; gently, like a group of fluffy love bunnies and kittens nuzzled their way into my bed and jostled me ever so slightly so I would awaken. I looked around and thought about how splendid the world was and how I wanted to be in that bed forever. I was warmed with admiration. Physically, I was without any pain, as if sleep had given me some magical 8-hour long Swedish massage. I wanted to tell the world about my newfound love, spread the word about it’s perfect feeling and greatness.
I was deep this new experience.

I pulled myself out of bed, leisurely got ready for work, and as I did, my passionate flame for sleep started to dwindle. Fast. It kept fading throughout my day and there was nothing I could do to save it. I began to panic, worried that the amazing feeling was just a one time event and I’d never feel the overwhelming enormity of it ever again.

What would I do? How would I survive? My world was crumbling. My outlook was bleak, and as my body lost that amazing, cozy sensation that had changed everything I knew earlier, I got really sad.

But then my friend told me I just she had given me a much more powerful sleeping pill than she thought she did, and was probably just feeling the drugs from it. “Sorry” she said. “You probably shouldn’t have taken that one.”

Sorry indeed.

Oh, well. Here’s to taking drugs that weren’t prescribed to you and still thinking that love is just an illusion!

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