Who Needs Sleep…

The Barenaked Ladies said it best…and if my college roommate reads this, she’ll get that right off-hand.  I can’t sleep.  I can’t sleep at night.  I can’t sleep for a nap.  I can’t sleep after taking NyQuil (yes, I really needed it for a cold…I didn’t just take it to go to sleep…I’m not a junkie…), I can’t sleep if I go to bed early.  I can’t sleep if I stay up late.  I can’t sleep on weeknights.  I can’t sleep in on weekends, although I desperately tried.  I. Can’t. Sleep. Period. 

I’m getting, on average, about 3 hours of sleep per night.  I’m used to 7.  Seven is good.  Seven is perfect, actually.  I like 7.  Three is NOT enough.  And in those 3 hours, I have dreams like you wouldn’t believe…very symbolic dreams.  It’s scary.  Like I have unresolved issues which would be the reason that I can’t sleep in the first place.  But the dreams are like the “Na Na Na Na Na” of my sleep…the teasing classmate when she gets to the last available tire swing before I do.  That bitch.

Umm…where was I?  Oh, unresolved issues.  Don’t we all have those?  And don’t we all have those EVERYday?  Meaning…why would THESE particular unresolved issues keep me awake when others don’t?  Do they affect my future?  Do they involve others who I care about other than myself?  Am I dealing with them all day, everyday?  Is my lack of patience with the matter/s at hand (whatever it/they may be) getting the best of me?  I think the answer to that last one is a definite YES!  My lack of patience almost always gets the best of me no matter what is happening…

I suppose I’ll have to do some soul/brain/mind/thought-searching (whatever you’d like to call it) and figure out what has me in it’s grips.  And that isn’t as easy as you’d think.  It usually involves alcohol and either severe laughing or crying (hey, no one’s perfect when it comes to dealing with emotions…so don’t you judge me!).  So, we’ll see…

 OR…maybe I already know and I’m just not telling you…