Who Needs Sleep?

Sleep and I have a love-hate relationship.  I’ve literally been an insomniac as long as I can remember.  As a small child my mother would beg the babysitters to not make me take a nap because she knew it would be another sleepless night.  Babysitters, however, like their quiet time in the afternoons and they didn’t give two shits that my mom would then be up all night with cranky girl who didn’t sleep.  All.  Night.  Long.

Things have changed only in the ways I handle the not sleeping.  Lately it happens less and less, but every once in a while (like last night) I still pull an all-nighter.  They usually happen on Sundays because even though I know better I love to sleep in on Sundays, and that gets my body clock all out of whack.

Lately, the thing that gets me more often is the waking up at 4:30 am.  Like clockwork.  I have no idea what started that, but it’s been going on for a couple of years now.  I’ll lay awake for an hour or so and then, somewhere within that golden half-hour before the alarm clock goes off I will fall soundly and awesomely asleep.  I think that’s worse than not sleeping at all.  You just get your snooze groove on and BEEEEEEEEEP  BEEEEEEEEEEP  BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! the alarm goes off.  It makes you say things like motherfuck and smash the snooze bar with fists of doom.  I really hate the golden half-hour.

There really isn’t a point to this post.  No moral of the story.  Except that all of you insomniacs out there that are just like me?  You are not alone.

Oh, and today my pants will be cranky.  Fair warning.