I am going to tackle sleep. I have been having a little problem with sleep lately. Usually I can go to sleep without any problems but what happens next is alarming. Every morning I have been waking up sobbing and shaking. Nightmares. All of them about Artboy.
Last night I couldn't sleep.
Tonight sleep is my bitch and I will calmly and wonderfully fall through the layers of consciousness to wake refreshed and attractive in a ruffled sort of way. This is my plan. I'm going to need pillows, doona, bed, cat, heater and a handy dandy lobotomy. Wish me luck.
Last night I couldn't sleep.
Tonight sleep is my bitch and I will calmly and wonderfully fall through the layers of consciousness to wake refreshed and attractive in a ruffled sort of way. This is my plan. I'm going to need pillows, doona, bed, cat, heater and a handy dandy lobotomy. Wish me luck.
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No sleeping pills?
That's one HELL of a way to update Keats!
O SOFT embalmer of the still midnight!
Shutting with careful fingers and benign
Our gloom-pleased eyes, embower'd from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine;
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close,
In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes,
Or wait the amen, ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling charities;
Then save me, or the passèd day will shine
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes;
Save me from curious conscience, that still lords
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oilèd wards,
And seal the hushèd casket of my soul.
The trick with doctors is to find an old male one and cry and cry and cry about your sleeplessness until they give you stilnox - then swallow half the packet.
Ah, but I can't cry at the doctors. I can only cry in my house and sometimes only in the shower. This is a sorry affliction.
I don't think Tim woos.
I don't know about wooing, but I tried billing and cooing with the ticketing machine the other day. But it ended up billing and I ended up paying, which wasn't exactly woo-some, more woe-some.