In the past few days I have slept. I have slept so much that I have restored the energy I wasted ("wwaaaassssted..." she hissed for emphasis) on the Super-Secret-Oh-Yeah-You-Are-Dead-Sucker Project. I slept so much I was able to make a list of things to do. Before that, yes, I was too wiped out to even make a list. And this list has things on it like, "Get mail out of mailbox." Which, by the way, Cigna Insurance, you do SO owe me 60% of $1,200, and I will prove it. Out-of-network pharmacy my lumpy ass.
Anyway, I wouldn't have thought I needed any more sleep, but it seems that is how I have spent the late afternoon and evening. Perhaps I was plunged into a depression by the way my iPod is cycling through every song I own, spending 1 second on each before shuffling to the next one. Maybe I was crushed by the news the Betaseron for the last three months really will cost me $400 a month. It could be the way the dog is staring out the window waiting for Gary to return from his training in Chicago and then staring at me as if to say, "You won't even wipe my butt when I poop, woman! I am going to report you to the authorities."
Conceivably, I could be sleeping so hard because I can. I can sleep without someone waking me up to say, "If you are going to snore like that / twitch your foot like that / cough like that / lie there and stare at the ceiling like that then maybe you should just sleep in the other room."
And as it turns out, I was sleeping so hard I almost missed his nightly call because I anwered the can of Diet-Rite White Grape Soda when it rang. I pressed the can to my face and yelled, "Hello? HelLO?" until I woke up and hit the speaker phone button.
Since he was on the speaker, I may have fallen back to sleep during the call. That is why I'm a little unsure if there is really a hotel in Chicago that lets dogs stay in the rooms as long as they use the back entrance. A hotel right next to a big theater and the Chicago Sun Times. One where they have cigars and harmonicas in the mini-bar. Oh, and Yoga and Blues CDs. In the mini-bar. Along with a wallet containing $45. Don't ask me. I'm going back to sleep.
Garanoid could not last a night with me. I twitch, cough, flip, flop and am generally a nuisance to sleep with. Fortunately Mongo wears a device to keep him from snoring, sleeps as if he were dead and notices nothing.
Sleep is good.
Posted by: Zayrina | July 09, 2007 at 10:56 PM
I've been known to sleep-answer the phone. At least, I did before we went to an all cellular life, no land line. I can't handle all those buttons when I'm sleeping.
The Husband and I take turns keeping each other awake. In our case, the person who's sleeping obnoxiously keeps the bed, while the sleepless one gets the couch. Right now it's my turn to be obnoxious...a few times. Luckily, we have a very sleep friendly couch. The cats snooze on it all the time.
Posted by: Sherri | July 10, 2007 at 07:39 AM
Boy, I slept so hard Saturday night the pillow wrinkles in my face didn't go away for half an hour. I don't understand that, how being REALLY TIRED makes us push our faces REALLY HARD into the pillow.
Posted by: TasterSpoon | July 10, 2007 at 01:21 PM
If you find out what's up with the iPod, let me know, 'kay? I had the same thing happen and don't have a clue...
Posted by: sue | July 10, 2007 at 01:42 PM
I might be telling you something you already know...but did you try doing a hard reboot of your iPod to see if it fixes the problem? You can find out how to reboot your specific model at the apple support website.
If something was wrong with my iPod I would immediately go into a deep depression. Don't even get me started on what would happen if my hard drive corrupted and I lost all my music. I'm not sure I could handle it.
Posted by: Carrie | July 10, 2007 at 02:08 PM
Zayrina - A C-Pap? (Not to be confused with a Bi-Pap, which my mom's respiratory tech did and almost killed her.) You could have a dance party next to those things.
Sherri - I like that arrangemenbt much better. Then the one who needs the sleep makes the accomodation. Except the guest bed is much much more comfy. If it didn't piss off the dog so much I'd sleep there all the time.
Taster - When you work, work hard, when you play, play hard, and when you sleep, sleep hard.
Sue and Carrie - aw man ... this means I have to fix it, doesn't it? From the posts here:
http://discussions.apple.com/thread.jspa?threadID=907754&tstart=0
...it sounds like the five Rs either do OR do not work, re-installing the old version does OR does not work, etc. Since it hosed up as soon as I installed 7.3, I think I'll installing an old version, try the five Rs, etc. All I know is I've got to fix it before Gary comes back, because he is a pain when he is Mr. Troubleshooting Man. His parents have been known to kick Mr. Troubleshooting Man out of the house. That sounds like my project for tomorrow.
Posted by: TheQueen | July 10, 2007 at 10:47 PM