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What's the Password for Sleep?

Post script but one for you to read before this craziness...  I saved this post as a draft last night in case I woke up this morning and realized I had actually just gone insane.  Although this is completely unintelligible, it makes me laugh so I'm going to post it.  Plus cheat and date it from yesterday because GoBloMeMoFo!

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Sweet tea + Claritin-D + moonlight = Trucker pills. Apparently.

I say "+ moonlight" because:

Sweet tea + Claritin-D + sunlight = Sleeping Pills.  Absolutely.

It's 3 a.m. and I am still awake.  Goose received a couple of free kids' meal coupons at a local restaurant from school today and we also happened to receive some much appreciated anniversary cash in the mail, so we spent dinner out as a family this evening. 

By the time that surf-n-turf extravaganza was over, I was exhausted and ready to sleep the sleep of the dead.

That was six hours ago.

I'm one of those periodic insomniacs that insist on toughing it out, tossing and turning and refusing to get out of bed because surely I will pass out any minute now.

Instead, my mind starts this bizarre What's the Password for Sleep? game.

This usually happens when I've started a new job or project that requires learning a new coding system.  For instance, I used to work in an inpatient mental health ward and would track the patients' activities on a coded chart every 15 minutes.  Codes were recorded for what room they were in and their activity, e.g. "common room" and "claiming that fairies are eating her hair" would be coded as "CR" and "FH". 

We may not have had a code for the fairy hair bit, but you follow me.

After particularly difficult days... let's say days when a schizophrenic would threaten to lick my kneecaps off if I didn't give them an extra hour outside for smokes...  insomnia would hit.  I would find myself lying in bed for hours and just as I was about to fall asleep I would think, "What's the code for sleeping?"

But it was never so simple as just remembering the code, because most of the time it was something randomly infuriatingly dream-like, such as "What's the code for fuchsia fish?"   

Right.

Tonight?  Tonight's code quest has been the result of spending the day working on HTML code for a few website projects.

Every time I am just about to fall asleep, I think, "What's the align code for entrance to the jamba cave?" 

I don't even know what a "jamba cave" is.

Good grief, this is turning out to be a long night.

By the way, does anyone know the code for bolding carrots?

 

 

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In Denial, er, Under Construction

I'll be doing some design tweaking today, so bear with me.

This is also a massive procrastination tool because I have a really difficult post I'm trying to write and actually publish, so this makes it feel like I'm working on it...  which is clearly a lie.

So yeah, watch all of the pretty color changes and sidebar destruction today.  It's like a live-action demonstration of my coping skills. 

Facebook is Giving Me an Identity Crisis

Have you ever felt an unexpected shift in the core of who you are?  You are trucking right along and suddenly realize that something has changed?

Imperceptible shifts in your course, happening over time, until you abruptly find yourself in a different place than you planned.  You find yourself a different person than you expected.

Perhaps this is simply growth.  Perhaps this is simply growing up.  Perhaps I'm simply losing my mind.

That last one was a joke.  But I bet you smiled, because I bet you've been there.

I posted a quote from Patton Oswalt on Twitter a while back, taken from Lewis Black's The Root of All Evil on Comedy Central, in which Oswalt said regarding blogging: 

"Bloggers are the root of all evil because they have reduced us to a first draft culture."

I thought that was actually funny (come on, it is!), but let me warn you, this is a first draft and one I plan to hit publish on as soon as I finish typing.  It's one of those things that we might all feel, but rarely take the time to explore, so before I shake it off, I'm going to put it out there. 

I blame this identity crisis on Facebook. 

 

 

Yes, I say that tongue-in-cheek, but on some level it is true.  Facebook has put me back in touch with high school and college friends I haven't heard about in years, laying all of their lives out in an orderly fashion, ripe for comparison.

Half of them have families and jobs and most of the same responsibilities that keep me from going out to a club every other night.  The other half seem to be living virtually the same lives we lived in school, only with legal ID's and fewer grades.

It brings up so many personal questions that I don't generally allow myself to consider.  Questions like, "Um, was it an option to keep partying?"

That is a simplification, but still.

For now, I'm just putting this feeling in front of you.  I'll write more about it later.  Later, being after I finish the relaunch of Blog Nosh Magazine, which is certainly artificially inflating my stress level and causing me to rub my own nerves raw.

But maybe it's also an opportunity to rattle those nerves a bit and see what shakes out.  What sparks to the surface. 

Want to frazzle some nerves with me?  Ask some questions like, "Do I still want to drop it like it's hot?" or "Is it still an option to shake it like a Polaroid picture?"

Hell, let's just listen to some music:

 

(feed readers, if you can't see the music player, you are so missing out!)

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Promises promises: I promise you a pig.

Hot damn!  My post, Hierarchy of Suffering, is featured on Blog Nosh Magazine today!

And I absolutely love how I never got around to posting something new over here.  One of the things I stress to the editors is to try to give their bloggers enough time to spruce up their blog for any new readers coming their way once their post is published.  Ahem.

Would you buy it if I told you that the editor that chose my post for the Overcoming Adversity channel, Heather from The Spohrs are Multiplying, never told me my post was being featured?  Hm? 

No, I didn't think you would buy that.

So...  I'm writing this as I'm getting my sons ready for preschool.  If you are a new reader (hey you! isn't Blog Nosh fun?!  all of the posts this week are amazing, but that one of mine is one of my favorites and one of the reasons I even started this blog, as I needed to get that off my chest), come back in a few hours and I'll have a brand spanking new post up.  In the meantime, check out my "Favorite Posts" in my sidebar...  just look for the baby feet.

And if you are a regular reader, don't tell the new guys that I am totally full of it and don't actually post here more than twice a week.  Because you are all a bunch of liars.

Seriously, new post.  Coming.  Here's a teaser:

"And then I will hire a dancing pig to sit next to her mother."

Yep.  You are dying to find out what that's about, right?  New post.  As soon as I get back from dropping the boys off at preschool.  And, um, as soon as I write it.

But I'll write it in my head on the way to and from school.  And I type wicked fast.  I won the typing award in high school, you know?

Yes, I am that cool.  You have come to the right place.  Get yer nerd on, folks.

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Beware Drowsy Blogging

You know that post I told you I am going to write about
Matt Lauer, Brian Williams from NBC Nightly News, and my tongue?

It is going to look something like this:
However, if I tried to write it right now, it would look something like this:
Thanks, Zyrtec.  You bastard.

I'm switching back to Claritin.

Until then, um, play around in my sidebars.  Am I missing you in my blogroll?  Have you read my Favorite Posts?  Isn't that the cutest photo of baby feet ever?  Have you RSVP'd for The People's Party, yet?  Have something you would like me to add to the Mommybloggers: The Resource page?  Last call for Channel Editors for Blog Nosh Magazine!

Wow.  You have a lot to do today.  Good thing I'm too drowsy to blog coherently...  Hey, when did those purple raccoons show up in my kitchen?  Who let the unicorn in?  Do you smell glitter?

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