Sunday, July 8, 2007

Can't Sleep

Can't sleep. Can't sleep. Can't sleep. Can't sleep. Can't sleep. Can't sleep. Can't sleep. Can't sleep. Can't sleep. Can't sleep. Can't sleep. Can't sleep. Can't sleep. Can't sleep. Can't sleep. Can't sleep. Can't sleep. Can't sleep. Can't sleep. Can't sleep.

Can't sleep.

I'm trying a new cure for insomnia. Type the same words over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over

I think it might be working. I'm getting sort of tired sort of tired sort of tired sort of tired sort of tired sort of tired

It's an alternative to counting sheep. one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen

Except that I'm sitting up at the computer so I won't be able to just fall asleep.

Sleep is a funny thing. I mean, isn't it weird that we just have to shut down for hours at a time. That we're still alive but our whole body is unconscious. Shut down to such a degree that I don't even hear things or remember things, except for dreams of course. And those are weird too. That my whole being is barely conscious but my subconcious is creating something in my mind. Crazy. What if right now I were sleep-typing instead of sleep walking or something? No, I'm not. I promise. Just can't sleep.

I've been having insomnia for about a week now. I hate it. At least I usually get to sleep pretty late in the morning. Which always makes me feel like a lazy ass, but I've reconciled that by now. I'm a musician and that's just how it goes. Musicians get sleep late passes. It's just how it goes. Has anyone ever heard that Ben Folds song, "Not Tired." That is one rad song. He played it at the John Floofyhair concert, but I also heard him play it with the Houston symphony and that was friggin amazing.

OK, so I'm gonna try to go to sleep again. G'night.

10 comments:

MamasBoy said...

who needs sleep?

Matt and Shelley said...

This is what I do when I can't sleep. It's kinda like counting sheep. I start at 100 and count slowly down, taking a deep breath with each number. It always feels like it's not going to work, but I actually can't remember a time when I ever got past 70.

FancyPants said...

It worked! I fell asleep almost instantly! Yesss.

MB: Most of the human species. =-) Apparently, you're not one of them. Well, of course you're human, but...wait. MB, are you....could it be?....nah.

Shelley: That sounds like a great cure. Of course, I could just utilize my newfound technique each time. I think that might get a little old for my blog friends, though.

Kat said...

I traded in sleep for kids.

I don't need sllep. I mean selp. I mean slepp. Um...sleep.

Or maybe I do.

Chaotic Hammer said...

I've been having insomnia for about a week now. I hate it. At least I usually get to sleep pretty late in the morning.

Fancy, Fancy, Fancy. My dear, dear friend. Do you realize the utter absurdity of this? Try and keep up, here. When you sleep in really late in the morning, you won't be tired come "bedtime" that night. Works most every time.

Of course, my smartass sarcasm here is laid on a little thick, considering that I've had this very same problem for most of my life. I'm what you call a "night person". I've always been more comfortable staying up late and sleeping in, and seem to gravitate to that when my schedule permits it.

My wife (who has a degree in social and behavioral science) would argue that this is not "insomnia" at all. She says that true insomnia is pretty wicked, because someone who doesn't get into that dream state every night starts to get wacky pretty fast. Seems that even though we think they are weird and useless, dreams are actually just the tip of the iceberg, as our subconscious mind works through all the thoughts and unsolved problems we encountered during the day.

Seth Ward said...

I had a dream the other night that Paris Hilton beat up my music minister at church (she was in our choir in the dream) and the music secretary was crying about it because he was in the hospital and I was trying not to laugh. I think that I actually woke up laughing.

Last night I dreamt that I was trapped with Gandalf in the back of this evil wizards' truck. Then I realized "oh, the roof of our back-of-the-truck-prison is only plywood" and I burst out with staff a'blazing. I woke up when me and Gandalf were about to throw down on the evil wizard. (evil wizard was kinda like the emperor on Star Wars.) I was ticked when the alarm went off.

So while you typed this blog, I was fighting evil with Gandalf.

truevyne said...

I rarely have insomnia, but when I do, Tylenol pm and Sudokus do the trick for me.

FancyPants said...

Kat, yes it seems that you do.

C ham'n'eggs, (hungry?)

our subconscious mind works through all the thoughts and unsolved problems we encountered during the day.

Really? That's so cool. Only, my problems, unfortunately, aren't solved when I wake up in the morning. But...they do seem less overwhelming and stressful in the morning than at night.

Seth, and how might you interpret those dreams?

Truevyne, Sudoku! Great insomnia fighter. I'll give it a shot.

The Cachinnator said...

Alas, Fancy, recent scientific studies show that the light emitted from computer screens and televisions reduces the level of melatonin produced by the brain thereby inhibiting sleep further. Therefore sitting in front of a computer typing to cure insomnia might not be the best approach. Sorry.

Try reading instead. I recommend anything by Dickens. No matter how much you love it, it's the worlds most effective soporific.

FancyPants said...

Ah, a cure that might not be the best approach, but a cure that did work. I fell asleep within 3 minutes of going back to bed! Glorious.

Reading Dickens is a much better alternative, though. Tale of Two Cities should do the trick.