A war has begun. Battle lines have been drawn. Both sides are armed to the teeth. It is Me vs. The Sleep Monster.
Most nights, and I’m talking a good 98% of the nights, my head hits the pillow and it’s lights out, see you tomorrow. But oh, no, the Sleep Monster has been eluding me as of late. Wait, that’s not accurate. The Sleep Monster lays down with me in the bed and then waits until I’m asleep and thinks he’ll get up and sneak out in the middle of the night. But I know he gets up. His departure awakens me from my slumber and then for the rest of the night, it’s toss, turn, toss, toss, turn.
Could be related to Lovey having the craptacular 5-2 shift this week because when he doesn’t sleep well, neither do I usually. Last night, I laid down at ten. I could barely keep my eyes open (thanks, Merlot). Off to dreamland I went. But then that damn Sleep Monster left me. I was confused as to what time it was and I don’t really have anything bedside that isn’t super bright that would allow me to see. Since I was up anyway, I figured a trip to the bathroom was in order. On my way back to bed, I stopped on Lovey’s side because that’s where the clock is. This time, I was able to see the clock without any issue. I wish I hadn’t.
I was wide awake and it was 12:30. TWELVE. THIRTY. I would usually revel in the fact that I could sleep for another 5.5 hours, but this was just painful. Am I getting that old where I only need two hours of sleep?!?! This is why I keep my life so full. Eventually, I’m going to need a lot less sleep and if I’m not moving, I’ll be bored and then I’ll die a boring old lady death. Nah, I’m good on that. *sets up the pole*
On another note, after one day with the new phone, I’m getting accustomed to it. The battery life is somewhere to the left of craptastic. I think it does what it wants, when it wants and I need to read the manual to see what settings I can change to keep hope alive. The screen is wonderfully brilliant and I think it’ll come in handy if I want to record myself trying some new pole move. Tonight.
Yay! Tonight I get to work on one of my goals of getting in more pole work. I’ll be taking class from 5:45 to 6:45 and then watching another member of Team Apprentice teach a class. Going back on Friday as well. Fun!
Also in the working out, health and fitness realm. I am about three pounds away from maximum density. Or at least that’s what the scale says. But that damn thing doesn’t take into account that I have around 5 pounds of hair on my head (yes, it’s that heavy) and another, oh, let’s say 7 pounds in the chest. So, the scale only knows what’s written on paper. It doesn’t have the full story. I don’t need to be concerned with what it says. *eats another cookie and then heads to the gym*
Oh, back to the phone. It makes Words With Friends fun to play again. It doesn’t freeze up and crap out. So, yeah. Find me on Facebook or some such and start up a game.
Yesterday’s 750 was easy. Today, it’s a struggle. I’m not going to make it but I have to be okay with that. Accept my faults and all that stuff. Ah well. Time has run out. Have yourselves a merry little Christmas.