(With title apologies to Bare Naked Ladies)
For a few months now I've fallen into a bizarre sleeping pattern. It all stems from the fact that the bed mattress is old (we're talking 17 years or so), and it's the same mattress I had when I lived with my grandparents a few years before I met my wife and we got married. So, this thing might even be pushing 20 years. I guess I don't know how old it was when I moved there... Anyway, therein is the big issue. So why not get a new mattress, you might be asking yourselves? Because, nosy, they're expensive and I can count on 2 hands the number of things that are more important. Like beer. And probably things for the kids. But mostly beer.
So here's what's been happening: My wife rises from the sleepy pits of Snooze Town right around 5 to go to work, and I get up with her because at that point my back is in such agonizing ruin that I can barely even roll over. So I get up and head to the family room. We have one big couch and one that's about 3/4th's of a couch. The big couch is fine to sit on, but it's not my favorite. The smaller couch, however, is a little slice of Heaven. Typically, within a half hour after I sit upon it in the morning I am out light a light. And the sleep is not only good and refreshing (and yes, it's while I sit, not lie down) but its deep and really good. So this has become my doze haven and I typically do it every morning until the kids get up. This way at least I'm refreshed before I work my late shift at the restaurant. No problem, right?
Well, that's not entirely so. You see, while the sleep might be epic, the dreams I have are sometimes so hyper-realistic that I spend the rest of the day trying to remember them and decipher what went on. It's like I'm living a double life only deep in my subconscious. I have written a few down, and I really ought to be recording more of them because if I ever go completely mad it's gonna take a team of scientists to decode my nightmares to figure out while I'm now strapped in a padded room attempting to eat my feet.
So they say that the enemy of my enemy is my friend... So sleep is my enemy and my dreams are my enemy, so my friend is... I don't know where I'm going with this.
I'm too tired.
For a few months now I've fallen into a bizarre sleeping pattern. It all stems from the fact that the bed mattress is old (we're talking 17 years or so), and it's the same mattress I had when I lived with my grandparents a few years before I met my wife and we got married. So, this thing might even be pushing 20 years. I guess I don't know how old it was when I moved there... Anyway, therein is the big issue. So why not get a new mattress, you might be asking yourselves? Because, nosy, they're expensive and I can count on 2 hands the number of things that are more important. Like beer. And probably things for the kids. But mostly beer.
So here's what's been happening: My wife rises from the sleepy pits of Snooze Town right around 5 to go to work, and I get up with her because at that point my back is in such agonizing ruin that I can barely even roll over. So I get up and head to the family room. We have one big couch and one that's about 3/4th's of a couch. The big couch is fine to sit on, but it's not my favorite. The smaller couch, however, is a little slice of Heaven. Typically, within a half hour after I sit upon it in the morning I am out light a light. And the sleep is not only good and refreshing (and yes, it's while I sit, not lie down) but its deep and really good. So this has become my doze haven and I typically do it every morning until the kids get up. This way at least I'm refreshed before I work my late shift at the restaurant. No problem, right?
Well, that's not entirely so. You see, while the sleep might be epic, the dreams I have are sometimes so hyper-realistic that I spend the rest of the day trying to remember them and decipher what went on. It's like I'm living a double life only deep in my subconscious. I have written a few down, and I really ought to be recording more of them because if I ever go completely mad it's gonna take a team of scientists to decode my nightmares to figure out while I'm now strapped in a padded room attempting to eat my feet.
So they say that the enemy of my enemy is my friend... So sleep is my enemy and my dreams are my enemy, so my friend is... I don't know where I'm going with this.
I'm too tired.
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