Feels Like Insomniahhhh-ah-ah

I write better if I’m awake from 11 p.m. to 3 a.m. It’s when the best of my writing comes out. But it’s such a hassle to be awake at that time, and be asleep the rest of the day because… well, let’s face it, it’s because I’m awake at the wrong side of the darn day.

Last week, I had a meeting with my bossing, Carla Giopaolo (Happy Birthday, Carla!) so I was awake for twenty-seven hours Tuesday/Wednesday last week. I had another meeting scheduled for Thursday this week, so I worked on moving my sleep schedule back to the night. What I did was just mess up my sleep schedule so bad that I’m usually awake for twenty-four, twenty-five hours before I could snatch three or four hours of sleep.

And it all caught up with me Friday morning when the backs of my eyeballs started to throb at 3 a.m. By 6 a.m., the throbbing became lightning bolts and I had to sleep. So I missed my Friday meeting because by 9 a.m., half my face was numb and the only thing that could make me feel better was systematically hitting my skull. Not even the Pacman’s Alaxan FR was any help. Haist.

It only felt marginally better when I woke up Friday night and took catnaps until around 8 a.m. So I was awake again from 8 a.m., watched Jurrasic Park and Madagascar 2 on HBO, then caught A Dangerous Life on Studio 23, before I started feeling drowsy again. So I slept at 3 p.m., and woke up at 10 *palm head*

So maybe it’s not really insomnia since I DO sleep… just on the wrong side of the day. Sleeping pill, do I need you?