To Sleep, Perchance to Dream...But First, To Sleep

Well howdy!
You know that nifty thing we call "sleep"?  Most folks do it pretty much every night for hours on end.

I used to.

Boy, oh, boy, do I miss that.

I slept some on Friday night.  A few hours.

Then I was up through Sunday, and not for lack of effort...er...non-effort?...on my part.  Then I slept Sunday night.  Haven't slept since then.

Yeah, me!
Not sleeping plays havoc with my appetite, my emotions, and my cognitive abilities.  There's a reason that sleep deprivation is popular among the torture set.  The last time it was this bad (worse, actually, but who's keeping score?), by the end of a week I could see the walls breathing, see flashes of light and color usually beyond human ken, could hear the whispers of creatures that weren't there, could hear voices from other dimensions, could understand languages never spoken by human tongue.  

On the plus side, I have certainly been catching up on my reading and watching of the Netflix, the cats are feeling very much loved because I pet them all night, and there are worse things than smelling of lavender oil (Mom gave me some - putting it on the soles of one's feet is supposed to help with the whole going to sleep thing).  Yeah, that's all I've got for the pluses.

So how's your sleep, these days...er...nights...er...whatever...?

Insomnia

Insomnia sucks. You don't appreciate the simple pleasure of sleep until it wriggles from your grasp and mocks you with the deep, peaceful rest of everyone in the house - cats included - but you.

It would help if my mattress wasn't completely worthless at this point, and if I had a hope of a new one soon. It is, and I don't, dang it.

I would like to get some sleep, Universe, if you please. Even if you don't please. Something more than an hour or two punctuated with back pains, neck pains, and the occasional crazed-kitty perforation of my skin. Also, I'd like some sleep because despite TiVo and nine-million channels on the TV, I can't find anything to watch, I've read all my usual blogs twice, and my eyes are all wiggy so I can't play games on Bob the Wonder Computer...plus, he's overheating and I think I burned my knee holding him. Sigh.

I'm going to the gym tomorrow (or would that be later today??) and walking until the treadmill begs for mercy, and then maybe I'll get a bit of zzzzzzzzz...ssknnxxxxx...zzzzz...