Thursday, May 15, 2008

why do i refuse to go to sleep?



It's 3:07 am. Honest to Christ. This is happening all the time. I blow past all my good intentions to get sleep. Why do I hate being rested? Isn't it nice? Is it? You tell me, because I forget.

And when I do go to bed, I'm so tired that my body freaks out about falling asleep. It's like, don't make me fall down there! It's many stories I will fall! I'm clinging to the ledge! My body resists it, garnering me even less sleep.

Do I really love snoodling around the internet that much? Because that's what I'm doing up at these hours. Pointless goobering around. But rest is important, and this is the pointless goobering that kills. Am I mad at myself?

It's 3:11 now. I'm making me go. I'm going to make me. Me and no army.

8 comments:

Eve said...

I am also a card carrying member of the exhausted pointless goobering club. Boo!

grammy said...

Well, I have two theories. Are you ready?

1. You have just had a rather traumatic experience having to do with your body. Perhaps your body is feeling hyper-vigilant. I once had a traumatic experience, and one of the results was that I did not sleep much for about 4 months.

2. You are becoming a werewolf. Or a platypus.

Anonymous said...

I have the same problem. It results in hating myself in the morning when I feel like a loser because my kids are up getting ready for school and I'm in bed!

I think it's a combination of lack of a good bedtime routine for ourselves and wanting some time to ourselves when there is no little people being loud or needing dinner or help with homework or wanting anything and everything from us.

Scott Chicken said...

We totally need a "Pointless Latenight Goobering" Facebook group. Then we can pointlessly chat about how we should be in bed but we aren't. Or how tired we are 'cause we were up until all hours goobering. As long as there aren't any actual goobers involved, though, 'cause I'm allergic to peanuts.

As for the "why", I'm with Anonymous with the "wanting time to ourselves". That and my body clock (and Logan's, unfortunately) naturally runs to the "stay up late, get up late" thing. Which would be fine if I could get up late, but since I work from 7:30 to 4:30 I kind of have to be out of bed by 5:30 or so.

Clearly the answer is to win the lottery so I can quit my job and sleep in.

kyano said...

I am also a card carrying member of the Pointless Goobering Club. It is either that or the Knitting-Obsessivly-and-Watching-DVR'ed-TV club... Either way, it results in my staying up late and not sleeping.

Man, if only the world better accomodated staying up till 2 and getting up at about 10 I would be such a happy girl. But alas, it does not. And then it takes me until afternoon to feel halfway normal, and then I really hit my stride at about 9:00 pm, and then I am up until 2:00 again.

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

Ugh.

P'tit Boo said...

Yup.
Yup.
Yup.

Diesel said...

I've got some trenches you could dig. You'll be exhausted after a few hours. Not sure if you'll actually sleep better, but my trenches will be dug. And that's really what we're all about, isn't it?

tinamae19 said...

I just don't want to sleep. People ask me are you afraid of nightmares. No. I just refuse to sleep.