Insomnia. Fucking again.
Seriously. What the cock is up with this shit?
I'm boring myself now. It's not the first time I've written about this I'm sure.
The last time monkeymother came up with the initially helpful suggestion of listening to Radio 4. Which I did this evening at nine and fell fast asleep.
And here I am. With, after some weeks of unsuccessful Radio 4 fandom, a worrying fascination with the Shipping Forecast.
Have you heard it? It must be CODE for something surely. Who can sleep after listening to that?
Anyway. Instead of staring at the inside of my eyelids and listening to my heart pounding I get up and do this and think aloud and delete it all in the morning.
Why can't you sleep you twat?
I miss my children something dreadful.
Given. But you couldn't sleep when they lived in the same house as you. Prick. Next?
If I'm honest I miss their mother as well.
See above. And you had your chance.
I hate the night. I used to love it so this is a new torture. I love the day, and work. At work I'm surrounded by men with gambling addictions and women with shining eyes and sharp tongues. And they can do anything. And so can I.
Gay. So what?
This isn't like me. Not now. I've worked hard to not be like this and it frightens me.
Really REALLY gay. Have you been drinking?
Now you mention it.....
Oh you WEAPON. Mister fucking 'sleep disorder expert'. You know that's the worst thing you could do. Go and do some ironing, read a book or something. Cock. And stop having imaginary conversations with yourself on the internet. It makes you look nuts.
I'm boring myself now. It's not the first time I've written about this I'm sure.
The last time monkeymother came up with the initially helpful suggestion of listening to Radio 4. Which I did this evening at nine and fell fast asleep.
And here I am. With, after some weeks of unsuccessful Radio 4 fandom, a worrying fascination with the Shipping Forecast.
Have you heard it? It must be CODE for something surely. Who can sleep after listening to that?
Anyway. Instead of staring at the inside of my eyelids and listening to my heart pounding I get up and do this and think aloud and delete it all in the morning.
Why can't you sleep you twat?
I miss my children something dreadful.
Given. But you couldn't sleep when they lived in the same house as you. Prick. Next?
If I'm honest I miss their mother as well.
See above. And you had your chance.
I hate the night. I used to love it so this is a new torture. I love the day, and work. At work I'm surrounded by men with gambling addictions and women with shining eyes and sharp tongues. And they can do anything. And so can I.
Gay. So what?
This isn't like me. Not now. I've worked hard to not be like this and it frightens me.
Really REALLY gay. Have you been drinking?
Now you mention it.....
Oh you WEAPON. Mister fucking 'sleep disorder expert'. You know that's the worst thing you could do. Go and do some ironing, read a book or something. Cock. And stop having imaginary conversations with yourself on the internet. It makes you look nuts.
posted by Tired Dad at
11:50 pm
18 Comments:
I never have imaginery conversations on the internet. I'm too busy talking to myself...;-)
Do they still talk about Dogger Bank?
I've been there...can't sleep I mean...not Dogger Bank.
Vodka helps me.
How about a bit of wrist activity?
Yeah, I did the Radio 4 thing. But eventually it turns into the World Service and those bastards are liable to put on loud musical drama at 3am. Then you get the early morning brass bands. BASTARDS. And you dream about maize production in Angola.
The films of Wim Wenders.
Sleeping tablets. Srsly. Just don't take them every night/accidentally get addicted.
i couldn't sleep last night either. I usually resort to soulless masturbation; it always seems wrong to think of someone i'm fond of when i using it purely as an aid to oblivion.
I've no doubt you have tried everything possible. I shall keep my fingers crossed that you get some tonight.
no chance of getting back with the wife ?
none ?
there are worse things than gutting out a boring relationship..
Drink more, pass out. Works for me.
A friend says that reading "Les Miserables" every night does it for him. After about 10 or so pages, he's out. Since the book has over a thousand pages, that's a good few nights of rest.
I've had that insomnia before, and coincidentally, right after a majorly wrenching life change that, though for the better overall, was pure hell in the short term.
I made a playlist of soothing music that I grew to loathe. To this day, any song from that list gives me a sick feeling in my stomach as I associate it with that terrible period of being up all night, fatigued as hell but unable to sleep and zombified during the day.
A good read from a math or physics textbook sometimes helps...that shit put me to sleep in university and still does.
get your self a blow up doll and screw in half to death before bed every night! you could try every room and cupboard! that should help you sleep! how ever don't forget to leave her standing so she can drip dry. no i'm not speaking from experience i am i happily married man who sleeps just fine.
*SIGH* Another tiresome moment in which I check my shit blog to find I've posted something when not in a fantastic frame of mind and then promptly forgotten about it. Oh well.
Dinners: No idea what you're on about. But did try your vodka 'solution' for longer than I should of a long time ago. Didn't work so well for me.
Debs: I'm assuming that is not an offer. This is not 'that sort' of website.
Jaywalker: I'm slow. Just figured out who you are. But Christ I hear you. The fucking World Service started crashing out some appalling Mozart conceto or something at 4.30 the other night - are they taking the piss? And yes - I keep having vivid dreams about economic sanctions and stuff. Fuck me.
Dave: Jim Jarmusch perhaps. If I watch Paris, Texas in bed I'm liable to end it all. I don't need rest THAT badly. Wings of Desire would maybe do it though.
Tickle: Tried. Works. Agreed. Fear of addiction=no.
C: That I 'get some'? I wouldn't be needing any wanking if that were the case. I slept fine last night though. Thanks. I'm fortunate in that these are now very occasional attacks. It's the randomness that bothers me now.
Cyn: Hi. No, there isn't.
Ang: Yeah. Used to work for me too. Until I decided that sleep-deprivation AND a hangover didn't exactly set you up for the day.
Janeway: Thanks. May try it. In return, try Crime & Punishment if you ever get desperate. It's not that long but I defy anyone to get through 50 pages of that fucker with both eyes open.
K: I have more CD's that I can't bear to listen to than those that I can so I'm not anxious to lose touch with many more but thanks. Not so sure about the textbook thing either. My old Uni ones were quite interesting - an arts degree and Terry Eagleton is actually quite a funny fucker in his way.
Carlos: My word. I'd try it (I wouldn't) But I suspect my flat-mate would be faintly taken aback. And one begins to wonder how 'happily-married' your wife is.
oh she is very happy cheers! was her day off today so we had a session on the sofa! so we will both be sleeping well tonight :-) get your flat mate to go halves on the doll and call it brenda!
Yeah thanks for sharing.
jesus get a sense of humour you pathetic twat!
Will do Doc. Thanks a lot. Really.
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Now THAT sort of thing is unlikely to help anyone sleep. Dear me.
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