Turtles as a family tend to suffer from chronic insomnia. I didn’t succumb until my twenties. I bought a house. I moved out on my own. I took in a small zoo. I haven’t really slept since.
That wouldn’t be a problem except I need sleep. I’m cranky without it. I’m cranky with it, too, but it’s worse when I’m short. Sleepless nights have plagued me this year, one of the reasons I named 2011 My Worst Year Ever. I’m no night owl. I wake up around 4:30 AM no matter when I go to bed. Once I’m awake, I rarely fall back asleep, and this includes the annoying 2:30 AM wake up for whatever reason, from hairballs to passing trains to a sleeping ferret turning over in her hammock.
I look forward to the genetic deafness I’m promised in later years. I hope I’ll sleep better if I can’t hear a beetle hit the window in the dark. Maybe I’ll be more awake worrying that I’ll miss something important.
If you haven’t guessed, last night was sleepless. Mostly. I don’t quite remember the midnight to two time change, so maybe I got a couple of hours. Needless to say, I got up feeling a little like this:
I don’t want to feel like this today. I don’t want to feel like this any day, but some days are more annoying than others when it comes to being irritable.
You know what makes heroes great? Their ability to take a hit and keep rolling and wise-cracking and getting it done. Would we love Bruce Willis like we do if he whined about jet lag while foiling a bank heist?
I’m no hero. I just write about them in my books. Frankly, most of my heroes tend to be the whiny types, annoyed by lack of sleep and starvation and getting shot with crossbows. They do generally push on and finish the job, though. They’ve got that going for them.
This is hardly my most inspired post, but thinking about what to write today was one of the things keeping me awake last night, so you all get to suffer with me. You’re welcome.
I start a new job in one week. I hope I can get some sleep between now and then or my first day may look something like this:
Nobody wants that.