This is what happens when the furies of nature collide.
This is what happens when I create, or am stressed or forget for one second that I know how to clean. Or don't sleep for 3 days or more.
Furthermore on this whole topic of sleep. I am a chronic Insomniac. I've dealt with it for ever.
When I can sleep I am restless, and it looks like I got into a fight with my bed in which usually the bed wins, my pillows tried to flee and my sheet is somehow wrapped around me so tight I have difficulty breathing.
Also I sleepwalk.
This has proven most interesting at various times in my life.
Example #1
When I was little I used to sleepwalk and get into my dad's car and he would find me in the morning sacked out in one of the backseats with a blanket and my flute. Apparently I dreamt I was a: late for school
or b: late for my flute lesson
Example #2
The month that I first moved out I stood in the hallway with my blanket throwing it at my roommates door apparently talking about how I needed to put out the fire in her room.
Her boyfriend (now husband) found me in the hallway, and tried to talk reason into me before I finally 'got the fire out' and fell in the hall face first.
Example #3
At various times when I lived with my best friend and her boyfriend, I would wake up upside down in the living room on the couch. He worked the night shift and would tell me about how I walked out to my jeep and sat in the drivers seat and he would sit in the passengers waiting for me to get bored and either fall asleep or go back inside. Also I tried to do laundry (throw detergent at the window in the laundry room and shove random things in the washer.) And I tried to go down stairs multiple times, in which he would gently correct my course and I would end up on the couch.
I am generally a person who loves the whole concept of sleep. But am so sad it dislikes me. I am not one who sleeps with others easily. My dear best friend found out on a road trip when I literally kicked her out of bed.
My ex-boyfriend/wanna be future hubbers, found out when I punched him and told him he was snoring to loud. (BTW I have no recollection of this)
My mother found out on a road trip when I struggled from the bed and ran into a door waking up my grandmother in the next bed and I muttered incoherently except for repeating smotherer smotherer
With all this said, I generally go with the pyschotic break form of sleep. The one where you have been 3 days with no tangible amount of sleep and eventually you crack until you have had enough sleep.
It works for me.
But beware, if you catch me on day three I could be doing this:
Only I would be naked, and I don't look as good as this chick
Oh and I would probably tell you something about how I am the lady of the fountain and I make all the decisions of the universe.
But that hasn't happened in a while.
At least not in the last few months.
This is what happens when I create, or am stressed or forget for one second that I know how to clean. Or don't sleep for 3 days or more.
Furthermore on this whole topic of sleep. I am a chronic Insomniac. I've dealt with it for ever.
When I can sleep I am restless, and it looks like I got into a fight with my bed in which usually the bed wins, my pillows tried to flee and my sheet is somehow wrapped around me so tight I have difficulty breathing.
Also I sleepwalk.
This has proven most interesting at various times in my life.
Example #1
When I was little I used to sleepwalk and get into my dad's car and he would find me in the morning sacked out in one of the backseats with a blanket and my flute. Apparently I dreamt I was a: late for school
or b: late for my flute lesson
Example #2
The month that I first moved out I stood in the hallway with my blanket throwing it at my roommates door apparently talking about how I needed to put out the fire in her room.
Her boyfriend (now husband) found me in the hallway, and tried to talk reason into me before I finally 'got the fire out' and fell in the hall face first.
Example #3
At various times when I lived with my best friend and her boyfriend, I would wake up upside down in the living room on the couch. He worked the night shift and would tell me about how I walked out to my jeep and sat in the drivers seat and he would sit in the passengers waiting for me to get bored and either fall asleep or go back inside. Also I tried to do laundry (throw detergent at the window in the laundry room and shove random things in the washer.) And I tried to go down stairs multiple times, in which he would gently correct my course and I would end up on the couch.
I am generally a person who loves the whole concept of sleep. But am so sad it dislikes me. I am not one who sleeps with others easily. My dear best friend found out on a road trip when I literally kicked her out of bed.
My ex-boyfriend/wanna be future hubbers, found out when I punched him and told him he was snoring to loud. (BTW I have no recollection of this)
My mother found out on a road trip when I struggled from the bed and ran into a door waking up my grandmother in the next bed and I muttered incoherently except for repeating smotherer smotherer
With all this said, I generally go with the pyschotic break form of sleep. The one where you have been 3 days with no tangible amount of sleep and eventually you crack until you have had enough sleep.
It works for me.
But beware, if you catch me on day three I could be doing this:
Only I would be naked, and I don't look as good as this chickOh and I would probably tell you something about how I am the lady of the fountain and I make all the decisions of the universe.
But that hasn't happened in a while.
At least not in the last few months.
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