Christ, what I wouldn’t give for a full night’s sleep.
I have no coffee after about 3:00, I’m not eating crap, I don’t know what’s going on.
Lately, I get home, work, read and try to sleep, but I can’t do anything but stare at the ceiling until four in the morning. Exercise isn’t helping; I busted my ass on the Ultimate field other night, and all that got me was so angry that I could barely see, and I didn’t get to sleep until 6:30.
I’m so tired.
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*ponder* Warm bath? Half a glass of wine before going to bed? “Exercise isn’t helping” tells me that pulling out the bigger guns might be a better idea, still…
*points above* That was me.
My darkened ceiling is less than fascinating, I’m telling you.
Cut out the coffee entirely. I usually stop drinking it about noon-ish, but when I was (through inattention) drinking 5-6 cups a day, I couldn’t sleep for shit, either.
Or take some Benadryl.
My brain is putty without coffee. I’m going to have to wean myself off, I guess.
How long has this been going on?
Maybe two weeks. It’s wierd.