Here's the thing about sleep: I hate it. I hate lying in bed and trying not to think about my impending loss of consciousness, I hate losing a third of my life to the void, I hate the foul taste in my mouth when I wake up, I hate waking early in the morning only to fitfully masturbate and suffer hallucinations and exhausted.
But most of all, I hate needing to sleep more than I have to. Like today. I lost 3-5pm roiling about in my bed, hypnagogic, confused, slipping into and out of sleep, exciting the demons of the Sandman rather than placating them. Ugh. I'm gonna chug vallium from now on.
losing two hours of my life to an ill-fated nap that only made me more tired, and included a variety of confusing and uncomfortable hallucinations and half-remembered dreams: *
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