Hell, I'd be surprised if you could find anything that resembles a decent sleeping pattern in the last month of my life.
I wish it could be solved as easily as a more comfy pillow or an extra blanket, but I'd be kidding myself if I thought the source of my insomnia was purely physical.
Having said that, waking up with a hangover 3 of 5 week nights probably attests to why I am consistently sporting the tired eyes of 'stoner chic'.
Maybe because half the nights of the week I'm not sleeping in my own bed, or because I stumble into bed at 3 or 4 in the morning, home from doing... well you probably don't want to know.
I've definitely given a different meaning to the phrase 'getting to bed early' - they never specified AM or PM, right?
The physicality is one thing, but psychologically it's draining.
I'm tired, but getting up and going to bed seems like such an effort.
So I'm awake, either at my computer or drunk between someone else's sheets, until I can't really fight the supposedly reasonable conceptions of society, and the results health sciences, on what is considered an appropriate amount of sleep.
That last sentence was a bit of a jumble, but hey, maybe it proves my point?
If it was one or two nights, or God forbid I was doing something worthwhile with the waking hours, maybe it wouldn't be such an issue.
But I think when it gets to the point where you go to bed at 11:30pm, but your body clock isn't used to crashing until 4am, that you may have a problem.
I'm a train wreck, out of control.
There's no slowing down, so it looks like I'm powering on until I crash.
"if I could trade mistakes for sheep
count me away before you sleep" - Panic! At The Disco
