Insomnia
I have a whole plethora of things wrong with me, the details of which I will not bore you with. However, suffice it to say that one side-effect of my Serious Issues is a serious bout of reoccurring insomnia.
Anyone who suffers from insomnia will be very familiar with the period known as “Sleep Madness.” It’s the point where your brain is operating on such little sleep and rest that you only function because the universe is a great throbbing dick. Side-note, I’m in the middle of a period of Sleep Madness right now and I accidentally typoed “who” up there as “know.” THAT is the sort of shit you do in the throes of Sleep Madness. My roommate once had an entire IM conversation with me – three hours, mind you – while SHE was in the middle of the Madness, and she didn’t realize it was me she was talking to. She thought I was a totally different person, and carried on a conversation with me for THREE HOURS.
Anyway, occasionally some interesting shit pops into my head during the Sleep Madness. I refuse to put said shit on the main page of my blog because…well…you’ll see. Anyway, it all is gonna go here. Don’t expect it to make sense.
- First thing’s first: I accidentally made this into a post on the front page instead of on a page of it’s own. Kinda hard to fuck that one up on WordPress, but I guess I’m a special brand of retarded tonight.
- I have to wake up in an hour. That’s probably not the insomnia, though, just the internet subculture.
- My dog coughed and farted at the same time the other night, while I was also in the middle of an episode of the S-M. Keep in mind I’ve supposedly got a genius-level intellect and was offered a full ride scholarship to MIT. Yeah, no, I fucking laughed my ass off at it.
- I think I act super-stoned on no sleep, because I just came up with a whole conspiracy theory about why my cat looks so haunted all the time (hint: it’s because he’s a cat and is fucking with me. Also, he lives with Mouse, our evil she-devil-cat).
