From the time I got my first pink walkman and a cassette of Chicago’s “17″ I would listen to music as I went to sleep. It helped with the insomnia that plagued me since I was a little kid. For as long as I could remember I did this. I would create entire bedtime playlists, …
Every since that one December where I only slept like 30 hours the entire month, I’ve been super rigorous about what I allow into my boudoir (though it might appear that men are on the do not allow list, that is just an urban legend. Men are totally welcome as long as they don’t mind …
Dear 6 a.m. I have written many letters to your slutty younger sister 6:30 a.m. about how much I detest her. I didn’t think it was possible, but I think I like you even less. For as long as I can remember (which is probably like three or four days) you have been messing with …
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 …
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 …
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 …