Evil Headache vs. Insomnia: Who will Win?!

unday finds these two looming opponents at an impasse. It’s a tie.
Not a pair of pants.
I am going to have to kill Everyone.

Okay logically I know that a person can’t die from lack of sleep but Christ. Are you absolutely sure?

Finally fell asleep sometime after 6:04 this morning (the last time I looked at the clock and after a really bad movie finished on HBO) and before 9:20 a.m. when I woke up.
Being punch-drunk tired inspired me to do laundry, which is spinning and tumbling over in the laundry room as I type this. After that I’m gonna walk until my feet are almost blistered in an attempt to enervate myself.

There is no better living without chemistry.
There’s sure as hell no sleeping.

At 11:30 I tried Nyquil to knock myself out and escape this blasted headache via REM.
No luck.

At 2:30 I took 50mg of Vistaril (similar to Benadryl).
Still wide-fucking-awake

3:30 a.m. I knew it was no use and gave in to toast and another glass of grapefruit and club soda.

5:30 a.m. my supply of Commit Lozenges is severely depleted. The back of my head is still throbbing.

6:04 a.m. I look at the alarm clock and turn off the bedside lamp. Apparently fell asleep.

9:20 a.m. wide-fucking-awake with cat snoozing on my feet.

So this is life the last couple of weeks. I’ve been too exhausted and disinterested to write blog entries, return phone calls or leave the house.
Thoughts confused, meds depleted, urge to kill rising…


Have you ever noticed that perpetrators of serial killings, random senseless violence and good old-fashioned postal massacres are ‘average’ folk?
They don’t drink and don’t seem to require any kind of medication to function.

Well I am pretty goddamned convinced that this is WHY they lose it.

Just a thought.

~Miss R

Currently listening:
The Clarence Greenwood Recordings
By: Citizen Cope
Release date: 14 September, 2004

4 thoughts on “Evil Headache vs. Insomnia: Who will Win?!

  1. I’ll say this much:

    When hearing of these gun-firing rampages, for years I used to think of the perpetrator: “yeah, you’re a sick, sad, and pathetic fucker.”

    But now I think of the victims: “Yeah, you sick, sad, and pathetic fuckers probably had it coming.”


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