As it always goes at the end of a show I've been working some late nights, and after a couple weeks of getting home at 4, 5, 6, even 8am my sleep schedule is so off I don't know which way is up. This last week I'd fall asleep when I got home, wake up a few hours later, take a nap in the afternoon, go to work, rinse, lather, repeat.
And last night I was so sick of this disjointed existance, I stopped at the pharmacy and picked up some over the counter sleeping pills. I took one at 3am, fell asleep almost immediately and woke up feeling refreshed and alive! But it was dark out... I looked at the clock and it said 6:07 and I panicked! 15 hours of sleep! I'm going to be late to work!
And I rushed to shower and get dressed and I checked my email-- only one email... usually Friday I wake up to about 15 emails. But whatever-- that sleeping pill! Thank goodness for modern medicine! I needed that sleep! And as I went to call my boss and tell him that I was running insanely late it dawned on me... literally... as the sun started to rise... that this was not 6pm. This here hour, this was 6AM.
and that's the story of why I'm an exhausted train wreck of a hedgehog right now. At this point I'm just looking forward to thanksgiving--
here's hoping tryptophan is more powerful than the drugstore pills.
Friday, November 20, 2009
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That is the saddest story I have ever heard. I can't explain why I'm laughing.
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