Showing posts with label sleep. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sleep. Show all posts
Monday, February 13, 2012
UaauzhszigghGauUuuaaaahhhhh!!!!
I'm excited!
Yesterday I got an e-mail update saying my package would be here on the 13th instead of the 15th and the package had arrived in Utah last night....it's the 13th now.
It's 3:00am....FedEx normally sends their drivers out at 8:00am...and they normally get here around 8:30.........I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep.
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Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Too lazy to get out of bed...I'll just blog instead.
3:30 am
I often wake up in the middle of the night. I rarely sleep well, and when I wake up I always want a drink of water.
Sometimes I think ahead enough to put a glass on the bedside table.
100% of the time I put a glass of water by the bed.....I drink it before I fall asleep...all of it, plus when I wake up with a dry throat I also have to pee right away.
Basically what I'm trying to say here is...I'm thirsty.
I often wake up in the middle of the night. I rarely sleep well, and when I wake up I always want a drink of water.
Sometimes I think ahead enough to put a glass on the bedside table.
100% of the time I put a glass of water by the bed.....I drink it before I fall asleep...all of it, plus when I wake up with a dry throat I also have to pee right away.
Basically what I'm trying to say here is...I'm thirsty.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Sleep
My girlfriend sleeps a lot.
I'm jealous.
Last night she went to bed around 1:30 am. It's now almost 1pm and she's slept for most of that. At least 11 hours of sleep, and the only reason it won't be more is because I turned the light on and stole the blanket.
I was up until 5 am, I went to bed and laid there for at least an hour before falling asleep. Then I woke up at 8 am, then fell back asleep half an hour later, then I woke up at about 11:30, and that was a really good night. I got a little more than 6 hours of sleep.
Ugh, I'm tired and just want to sleep more : (
I'm jealous.
Last night she went to bed around 1:30 am. It's now almost 1pm and she's slept for most of that. At least 11 hours of sleep, and the only reason it won't be more is because I turned the light on and stole the blanket.
I was up until 5 am, I went to bed and laid there for at least an hour before falling asleep. Then I woke up at 8 am, then fell back asleep half an hour later, then I woke up at about 11:30, and that was a really good night. I got a little more than 6 hours of sleep.
Ugh, I'm tired and just want to sleep more : (
Friday, November 12, 2010
A letter
I'm afraid to lay down next to you at night.
I don't want to disturb your peaceful rest. You lay so still, you hardly move. This is who you really are, and I'm afraid you'll see who I really am.
I am not peaceful, I'm fully of worry and regret. It keeps me up all hours of the night. I have to distract myself. I read until I'm exhausted enough to sleep. If I didn't then I would just lay there thinking. And we know what happens to me when I think.
I worry.
I have a big imagination, but I only seem to imagine the worst things that could happen. I have a shoty memory, and I only seem to remember the worst things I've done. Everything is fine now, but I always seem to worry about everything that could go wrong. Everything that I could do wrong. Everything that I will do wrong.
I lay for hours, and my thoughts make it even longer. And when I finally drift off...I sleep fitfully. I tumble through sleep haphazardly. I disturb you. I can feel it. And it tears me up to see you wake before you're ready.
Then I wake up.
Hours before you do. You're comfortable and content. I'm afraid of rolling into you. I get up so as to not worry about trying to fall asleep again, I don't have it in me to put you through that twice a night.
When you get up, you're rested and beautiful.
I feel worse. I dread the long day, and tonight...tonight we'll do it all again.
I don't want to disturb your peaceful rest. You lay so still, you hardly move. This is who you really are, and I'm afraid you'll see who I really am.
I am not peaceful, I'm fully of worry and regret. It keeps me up all hours of the night. I have to distract myself. I read until I'm exhausted enough to sleep. If I didn't then I would just lay there thinking. And we know what happens to me when I think.
I worry.
I have a big imagination, but I only seem to imagine the worst things that could happen. I have a shoty memory, and I only seem to remember the worst things I've done. Everything is fine now, but I always seem to worry about everything that could go wrong. Everything that I could do wrong. Everything that I will do wrong.
I lay for hours, and my thoughts make it even longer. And when I finally drift off...I sleep fitfully. I tumble through sleep haphazardly. I disturb you. I can feel it. And it tears me up to see you wake before you're ready.
Then I wake up.
Hours before you do. You're comfortable and content. I'm afraid of rolling into you. I get up so as to not worry about trying to fall asleep again, I don't have it in me to put you through that twice a night.
When you get up, you're rested and beautiful.
I feel worse. I dread the long day, and tonight...tonight we'll do it all again.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
So Awake
Considering my past sleeping problems I've slept a great deal in the past 24 hours.
Enough to get up at 7AM when I don't have to leave until 8:30.
I'd also like to point out that I hate the snow. Not always I guess, but it makes early morning drives a considerable amount less relaxing and more stressful.
Also I'm a little excited for work... I'm going in at 9 and we don't even open until Noon. This means I'll be alone, preping everything for two hours. And when my team does come in, it's only two people. Because it's Tuesday morning, and who on earth goes to see a movie on a snowy Tuesday morning.
Enough to get up at 7AM when I don't have to leave until 8:30.
I'd also like to point out that I hate the snow. Not always I guess, but it makes early morning drives a considerable amount less relaxing and more stressful.
Also I'm a little excited for work... I'm going in at 9 and we don't even open until Noon. This means I'll be alone, preping everything for two hours. And when my team does come in, it's only two people. Because it's Tuesday morning, and who on earth goes to see a movie on a snowy Tuesday morning.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Sleep deprivations
cWell, I'm not sleeping tonight.
currrently watching a movie at Richies. And I'm going to drive by Chelsea's early in the morning to see if she needs a ride into work. Since I have to go down to the Gateway anyways.
I would call her of course. but my phone died. After more than a year of crap from that stupid piece of technology...I'm ready for a new phone.
However, I'm poor right now so it might be a bit before a new phone comes along.
Also I have to go into work for an hour to learn how to clean the Soft Serve Ice Cream machine. around 11...so no sleep tonight... not untill 1 or 2 in the afternoon at least.
EDIT: 6:01 PM
drove by Chelsea's around 8:10 AM
I knocked a few times, no one answered.
I ended up crashing around 10:30. Which means I didn't go into work, I'm going to have to bribe Matt to let me out of this one again.
currrently watching a movie at Richies. And I'm going to drive by Chelsea's early in the morning to see if she needs a ride into work. Since I have to go down to the Gateway anyways.
I would call her of course. but my phone died. After more than a year of crap from that stupid piece of technology...I'm ready for a new phone.
However, I'm poor right now so it might be a bit before a new phone comes along.
Also I have to go into work for an hour to learn how to clean the Soft Serve Ice Cream machine. around 11...so no sleep tonight... not untill 1 or 2 in the afternoon at least.
EDIT: 6:01 PM
drove by Chelsea's around 8:10 AM
I knocked a few times, no one answered.
I ended up crashing around 10:30. Which means I didn't go into work, I'm going to have to bribe Matt to let me out of this one again.
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