Alright, let's be clear.
Human beings need a certain amount of sleep.
If we don't get it, we will eventually begin to hallucinate, become delusional, maybe with a side of paranoid, and crave raw brussels sprouts with clam sauce. It's a known fact.
At 10 o'clock I'm sleepy. My eyes droop, I can't think clearly anymore, and the Star Trek movie is over, so I go to bed. As soon as my head hits the pillow, my arms begin to twitch. My leg itches. I start to mull over with my impressive intellect, obscure philosophical conundrums. . . . Okay, I don't. But I do begin to think about what kind of curtains I want to hang in the bedroom, and which cupboard I am going to organize in the morning, and where I will be able to find some rose hip tea. REALLY important things, you know.
I really hate being in bed and being awake at the same time, so I got up. I stayed up till 1:30. I went on the internet and looked for jobs. I even spent half an hour filling out an online job application for a library assistant position. I sure hope they don't look at the time stamp on when it was submitted. ( 11:45 PM) They will think I'm an insomniac or something.
So I tried to go back to bed. 15 minutes later I was up. I finally went to sleep on the couch at 3 in the morning. And woke up at 5:30. Right now I'm a mess. But mostly I want to know why I can't sleep. Oh yeah, Peri Menopause. But what EXACTLY does that mean? No one really knows. They try to pretend they do, but they don't.
In any case, I have things to do. Challah to bake, house to straighten up, novels to write, a Weblog Review to get to, and on top of all that, I have a feeling that I may have to go to the store for brussels sprouts.
Somebody help me.
(Quick. I'm in here with her and I can't get out!)