I had to spend two days in the penalty box for unhumanlike conduct. I had a nasty bout of insomnia that left me a bratty, self-pity-filled baby. I figured the Internet didn’t need any more of my self-indulgent babbling about turning into a basement-dwelling gas station attendant. I know I didn’t.
I’m out of the [...]
Insomnia
10
Jan 08
Out of the penalty box
8
Jan 08
Baby, it’s 3 a.m. I must be George Michael
I am not sure what is the worst part of being away at 3:07 a.m. It could be, well, being awake. It could be having Wham’s “Last Christmas” stuck in your head on repeat. Or it could be that you have just realized that until Friday if someone had asked you who sang “All The [...]
4
Oct 07
Letter from an insomniac
Dear Jodi,
It’s your fault, stupid. You were kind of cold and a little droopy-eyed and you wanted to be alert for tonight’s writing workshop. So what did you do? You ordered that cup of hot, delicious coffee before class.
COFFEE AT 4:30 P.M.? Are you new? Your battles with me, sleep, are legendary. Have you [...]
19
Jul 07
Steeped in melancholy
It seems as though I woke up on the melancholy side of the bed this morning. Last night I had a dream about Ben Jones, a boy I loved in college. The dream was so fun and full of that special chemistry that makes you feel hopeful and alive that I was saddened to be [...]
27
Oct 03
sleepless in the twin cities metro area
i can’t sleep and my stomach is rolling. i can’t tell if it’s from the greasy IHOP (my parents’ chose the dining establishment) or it’s nerves. tomorrow i have to talk to the bossboss about the position and what i need to do to get it AND i have to call robert (after the tattoo-showing [...]
16
Jul 01
bellyachin’
my bellyaches and this insomnia is kicking my ass. here, it’s not even 8 and i want to go to bed for the night.
fat lot of good it would do me. last night what passed for sleep was some sort of bizarre nap-type stuff, interrupted by sweat soaked spells of alertness. it was really odd. [...]
