Grumble, Grumble
6:20 a.m.
I got to bed this morning at about 3 a.m. I had gone to see The Incredible Hulk with some old friends of mine and upon turning off my light and hitting the pillow I was under the impression that I’d be getting a good “night’s” sleep. This was not so. It begins with the usual tossing and turning, but me being a restless sleeper in general I typically figure it’s just a comfort issue, but it soon grows into a fitful waking where I’ll be forced to roll and adjust my position several times until I drift into a semi-sleep. Then comes the feeling of extreme alertness while being unable and unwilling to open my eyes for more than a second. The feeling of anxiety washes over me and I just want to scream while my bones acquire the need to vault out of my skin and do an exceedingly ethnic jig. One to two hours later after deciding that I’ve no longer the capacity to struggle against this feeling I lie for about an hour attempting to drift back to the land of nod by thinking about whatever comes to my mind. And once that has been defeated I get out of bed, make myself a light breakfast and see what there is to occupy my time. So at 3 I slept, at 5:15 began the fits and the thoughts of distraction and at 5:45 I decided to see my parents before they left for work at 6. And now, here I am…typing this…awake…and wishing I could go back to sleep.