Ahhh, what a fun bout of insomnia I am having. Actually that's so not true!! After weeks - well, okay I admit it's really just days, but almost a fortnight so almost weeks, plural - of sobriety I have resorted to quaffing a couple of glasses of Malbec tonight in an effort to sozzle my brain into submission, because it's trying to kill me via sleep deprivation. I don't know what the hell is so important that my brain feels the need to obsess over minor details in the middle of the night, but obsess it does. Last week I had fitful dreams about packing an enormous suitcase - seriously it was the size of my Queen bed, I could have easily laid inside it sardine like, the thing was 6-feet high - for my trip to the Pacific North West in June and I was fretting about getting it onto the train I shall be taking from Portland to Seattle*, never mind the fact that at 5ft there is no way I would even be able to wheel a suitcase of that size.
Tuesday, 5 April 2011
Today was worse than yesterday after 2 consecutive sleepless nights and less sleep on the weekend than I would like thanks to my inconsiderate neighbor waking me up at 6am. Grrrrr!! I could barely walk in a straight line and was wobbling all over the place in Pilates trying to do the 'banana split' move, an exercise that has me rolling around like a weeble at the best of times. At least I went though, which is more than I can say for Megan who ditched me for the Yankees, so a pat on the back for me. Yay me, I deserve my Malbec.
Give the banana split a try for yourself, it's not easy!!
*Apparently dreams of packing suitcases signify a need to prepare carefully for the next stage of our lives. Oooooooh!!!