Where's that fucking insomnia thread?

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[Belegon]

Oh - never mind. By the time I locate it it'll be morning already.



So - what does everyone do in the middle of the night when you're not sleeping or having sex?

I write, of course. And drink rum and coke. Care for a bit of either?

 

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[slyc_willie]

I'm ruminating.

Thanks. I always wanted to use that word in a sentence . . . .

 

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[slyc_willie]

Okay, then.

I'm vacillating.

Now you.

Now I'm commemorating.

Googled my father's name, just out of curiosity, tonight. Actually found a picture of him. What are the odds?

God, he looked ancient. Older than I remember from the last time I saw him, almost twenty years ago. The picture, I figure, was taken less than a year before he died. Funny. I find a little encouragement in the fact that he still had most of his hair, and it remained dark.

Don't get me wrong; I love my dad. I just hated the life he lived.

 

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[slyc_willie]

Damn.

Too serious for this thread?

I also googled 'car wash facials'

What the hell . . . .

 

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[slyc_willie]

Nothing's too serious for this thread, really.

I woke up because of a nightmare, so anything is fair game.

I googled my brother, found some articles in Physical Therapy magazine he'd done before he died, found his obit.

And all I keep thinking is - why can't I fucking sleep?

Too pensive? Too - what? I feel like pounding my head against a wall.

Do you think that would help?

All you'd get is a headache. And a bruise.

Why'd you get the nightmare? And why think about your brother?

 

[sweetness6280]

Nothing's too serious for this thread, really.

I woke up because of a nightmare, so anything is fair game.

I googled my brother, found some articles in Physical Therapy magazine he'd done before he died, found his obit.

And all I keep thinking is - why can't I fucking sleep?

Too pensive? Too - what? I feel like pounding my head against a wall.

Do you think that would help?

From experience - no, it won't help.

I write, drink, watch infomercials, bad porn, google nonsensical words.

If I can find interesting people to talk to... I chat on IM. Play stupid games for worthless tokens.

 

[human_male]

Have some tea and toast. I always feel better after tea and toast.

 

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[starrkers]

Maybe you're secretly working on Aussie time - it's only 6pm here.

 

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[slyc_willie]

The nightmare was one of those panic dreams - I'm not certain where that came from.

Whenever I have them my children are somehow involved. My subconscious knows just where to attack me. Bastard. Or bitch, depending.

I just googled my brother after you mentioned googling your dad. I was curious.

I don't want a headache, though, so pounding my head is out of the question.

Perhaps rum would help.

Rum would just delay the eventual self-evaluation.

I had terrible nightmares as a kid. My mother told me of times, when I was five, six, seven years old, that I would run screaming from my room, and clawing at my eyes. Almost ruptured a cornea more than once, I'm sure, but I guess since I was always squeezing my eyes closed, I just gouged and scratched my eyelids and cheeks. Never did figure out what caused the nightmares.

Weird thinking about the past, huh?

How about puttin on some favorite music and just staring out the window?

Think I'm gonna do that now . . . .

G'night, Sarah.

 

[sweetness6280]

Rum would just delay the eventual self-evaluation.

I had terrible nightmares as a kid. My mother told me of times, when I was five, six, seven years old, that I would run screaming from my room, and clawing at my eyes. Almost ruptured a cornea more than once, I'm sure, but I guess since I was always squeezing my eyes closed, I just gouged and scratched my eyelids and cheeks. Never did figure out what caused the nightmares.

Weird thinking about the past, huh?

How about puttin on some favorite music and just staring out the window?

Think I'm gonna do that now . . . .

G'night, Sarah.

I used to have nightmares as a child as well. Mom rarely got rattled, until the night I woker her up, almost hysterical and insisted on checking on everyone in the house to see if they were alive. I wasn't content to just see them, she said I had to touch each one and feel his/her heartbeat.

She said each time I would reach out for one, she would watch my hand shake and hold her breath. I don't think she ever got back to sleep that night.

I still remember that dream...*shudders*

 

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[sweetness6280]

Goodnight, handsome. See you next week.

I've got a kitty in my lap, gonna take him and go back to bed, see if I can't make it this time.

Goodnight, both of you. Heading to bed as well, I have class in the morning. Sleep sweet, see you both next week.

Have a good evening, starr.

 

[shereads]

I'm ruminating.

You poor thing! Try adding some ground flax seed to your diet.

 

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[NoJo]

BWAH HA HAAAA!

Where were you last night? We could have solved all the world's problems together.

One flax seed at a time . . .

You can solve murders that way too. That's why Joe Friday kept saying Just give me the flax, maam.