When I started this blog, I think the idea was just for me to start a new hobby: writing. I just felt like writing. But, other than catharsis, I wasn’t really sure what the point of the writing would be. I thought about what sorts of things I know a lot about or have a strong interest in, and I’m sort of all over the … Continue reading Sleep Studies Suck
I have vivid memories of Mr. Grouch, in his college apartment, during muggy summer months. I can picture him, stripped down to his whitie tighties, sprawled across his twin bed, with the oscillating fan one centimeter from his toes, the soggy air leaving him too lethargic to move. A sexy, sweaty, beast. The two of us are different in so many ways but in this way we are oh so much … Continue reading Parenting: Reasons to Panic #2: The Sleeping Newborn
In the 7th grade, I was skinny and slightly gangly. I had large rimmed, tortoiseshell glasses, and shiny silver braces (always with gray rubber bands). For some reason, I cut my hair cut to slightly above shoulder length, which was a poor choice, for me. It curled under in an unattractive fashion. My hairdo often involved putting half of my strands up into a ponytail at the crown of my … Continue reading An Un-Sexy Sleeper
I recently received a box from my cousin Maggie (aka my dealer). I had been anticipating the arrival of this box, which contained My Precious, for many days, and every time she asked me, “Is it there yet? It should be!”, I’d re-check the mailbox, then have to walk back to my house, in a depressed state, since it was never there. Humph. (That’s a lie, I NEVER check … Continue reading We Wants It, We Needs It. Must Have The Precious.
Recently I posted about how I tested a sleeping pill, that my cousin Maggie sent to me as a gift, through the mail, in a beautiful fleur-de-lis envelope. I was afraid to try the pills initially, since sometimes things that are supposed to make me sleep have the exact opposite effect. But, after taking one, I found myself pleasantly surprised and perhaps even a bit … Continue reading My Pretty, My Precious: An Update
All I want is a good night’s rest. Really, it does wonders. You wake up revitalized, you have more energy for the day, and a greater ability to throw on that positive attitude. You’re nicer. At least, that’s what I have heard. I have only experienced this phenomenon on a few occasions, typically one or two times per year. It’s like I am an entirely … Continue reading Nyquil is the Antichrist
Recently my happy-go-lucky, remarkably polite, phenomenal great-grandfather, Ed, passed away. (How it came to be that someone my age still has (had) a great-grandfather is a story for another day.) As usually happens, this resulted in a family reunion, of sorts, and a lot of quality time spent with aunts, uncles and cousins we don’t generally get to see much of. While at my grandmother’s … Continue reading Sleeping On Your Deathbed or Yes, Those Are My Great-Grandfather’s Teeth In A Jar, On My Shelf