Insomnimaniac

I love sleep.  I love the feeling as you're just drifting off and reality gradually melds into goofy impossibilities.  I love cuddling up next to J-Man, especially when I'm cold and he's my personal heater.  I love waking at 2am only to realize I still have hours and hours before I really need to move.

Except, last night, sleep didn't like me back.

Not cool, sleep, not cool at all.

I woke up at 2:33 and, in my confused state, went through the checklist of reasons I might have awoken.  Bathroom, thirsty, temperature, J-Man.  With everything good to go, I curled back up but... no dice. 

I figured ok, no worries, I can solve this with an episode of Bones.

(as a sidenote, I nearly had to give up on Bones.  They jumped the shark, or, shall we say, roundhouse kicked someone into a crime scene that only Bones could solve while meth clogged the air and awkward racial tension abounded.  It was rough to say the least.  So they're on crime drama probation, but I always give second chances)

Anyway, murders and crime dramas usually do the trick. Something about the storytelling rhythm I think.  Or I'm just crazy.  As I approached the final moments of the show I was thoroughly perplexed.  Why was I awake?  And more awake than when I turned it on?

Oh I had to pull out all the tricks.  Lie still and think about my breathing. Do I always breathe like that?  Ok, lie still and make up a possible pilot for a teen drama.  No new plots.  Relocate to the living room for cookies and OJ (we're low on milk).  Check DVR.  No new shows.  Try House Hunters on demand.  Try Sister Wives.  Try repositioning the pillow and switch to live news.  It's 4:45 now so the NBC morning folks I like are on.

Eventually, around 5:15, something finally took.  Apparently murders do still do the trick, just needed to be narrated by news anchors instead.  Weird.

At any rate, guess who didn't go into the office today.  And instead is very hopeful that a midday nap can be worked into 8 hours of working from the bed.