Can't Sleep
It's almost 2 am. I can't sleep.
Went to bed an hour ago, snuggled up, ready to sleep. Te damned cat is a furnace! Between Aaron heating one side of me, and the cat heating my legs and feet I was roasting.
I'm one of those always cold people, I don't get too hot until it's 100 degrees out, my feet are always icy. When my feet get too hot I can't sleep.
So, here I am, blogging really quick while I smoke a cigarette. Then once my feet have cooled off and my bloodstream's saturated with nicotine I'll go back to bed and try to sleep again.
...Alright, I'm off... g'night.
Went to bed an hour ago, snuggled up, ready to sleep. Te damned cat is a furnace! Between Aaron heating one side of me, and the cat heating my legs and feet I was roasting.
I'm one of those always cold people, I don't get too hot until it's 100 degrees out, my feet are always icy. When my feet get too hot I can't sleep.
So, here I am, blogging really quick while I smoke a cigarette. Then once my feet have cooled off and my bloodstream's saturated with nicotine I'll go back to bed and try to sleep again.
...Alright, I'm off... g'night.
posted by AnywhereEden | 1:47 AM
3 Comments:
Ugh, me too with the insomnia. I was never so glad to see six o'clock in my life. Six is the official giving up time. At six I can get out of bed and quit pretending I stand a chance at one good sleep cycle. I think it was the diet cherry vanilla coke I had at 6:00.
Mr. Z is a furnace, too.
And the cat must weight fifteen pounds now.
Does beer make your feet hot? It makes my feet hot and tingly, so I avoid beer.
Insomnia was once my friend. I'm not so fond of it anymore.
Actually, a half a beer before bed really helps me get to sleep. But yeah, hot and tingly, that's what keeps me awake.
Three words, generic sleeping pills….I would NEVER get to sleep without them….especially since I sleep with old KICKY SNORY. I have counted it, he kicks me about every sixteen seconds, not a hard kick just a soft lob over to my legs; just enough to keep me from EVER getting to sleep without drugs. I can move my legs away from his, his seek me out. I can shove his legs as far over to the other side of the bed as possible, still, like a heat seeking missal, here they come….lob, sixteen seconds, lob.
And get this, if I wake his lobby buzz saw ass up, he gets huffy with ME. I’m like, “Oh no you aren’t giving me shit for waking you up when I have been laying here trying desperately to get to sleep for two hours….fucker.” I know why some females kill their mates, it’s sleep deprivation, got to be. Heh heh.
Xxx, Lori
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