Entry Eighteen

I just can't win.

I had it all planned out. Even though I only slept for a few hours last night, I was going to force myself to stay awake and then go to bed at ten o'clock tonight (I know a 10pm bed time on a Saturday is early. I'm an old man at 34, what can I say?), and I'd be all set. I'd be back to normal.

But then I was invited to watch the Syracuse Orangemen basketball at a local Irish pub. And I had a few beers, and the Orange ended up getting beat, so I had a couple more beers than I planned, and I had a beef on weck sandwich, and by the time I got home...

...my IKEA couch was like kryptonite. I was useless against its power.

Two hours later, when I woke up, u was completely refreshed and completely NOT tired.

So much for sleeping through the night.

I wonder if watching the Orange play at an Irish pub was bad luck?

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Entry Seventeen

I often sleep horribly because I have so much on my mind.

Or because I eat too late. Or too early.
The last week or so has been pretty crazy with the Too Much On My Mind crap. First there's the nostalgia (see Entry Sixteen), then there's the news that Keith Olbermann left MSNBC, then there's the news that Aaron Sorkin is working on another television show for a channel I don't have. I get stressed out and hyped up about the stupidest things.  Why?  Why can't I just calm the hell down and relax?  Is it anxiety?  Probably.  It runs in my family pretty rampantly.  But I don't get anxious about enclosed spaces or being in a room full of strangers or silverfish.  I get anxious about TV. And memories.  And food.

I went to bed at 2am and woke up around 630am.  My plan is to eat, do a bit of reading, and then extend my birthday weekend even longer by going to the pub for drinks, a late lunch, and drinks.  By ten o'clock tonight I should be fatigued enough to fall asleep.  And then I can end this sleeplessness cycle.

For the moment.