Last night I couldn't sleep. Pretty common with me, actually. (Even double doses of Unisom are starting to not work so well.)
Well, when I can't sleep, I shouldn't watch TV, I know, because the TV keeps me up. But reading? Well, reading takes, like, concentration. So if I start to get sleepy, I just can't read anymore and I fall asleep. Perfect, right?
So, last night I looked over by the side of my bed at the various books I'm reading and spotted this one:
"That'll work!" I thought. Because it's a quiet book--gentle and sweet. "Maybe I can finish it!" I thought. "That'll be a nice way to go to sleep! Gentle, sweet thoughts. The book says it'll make me believe in God, so great! God = nice."
So I finished it.
I finished it.
And horror: there is nothing gentle about this book. And I had no idea. No clue. Wait... Maybe I did have a clue. There was this clue and that clue... And why didn't I notice that these could be clues?! And WTH?! And why didn't my BFF warn me about his when she told me to read the book?! Wait... didn't she bring the book up when talking about unreliable narrators? And WTH?! And if this one scene from the book meant something, then FREAK, most of the scenes probably meant something! And WTH?!!!
Brain: munching on itself.
Body: not asleep. not asleep until two in the morning. and then right back up at around seven.
Dagnabit brain! Stop the voices!!!!
(Most people call them thoughts, Kerry.)
I don't care! Stop the voices! and the munching! and the obsessing! and
And that, dear friends, is why reading is not a good cure for insomnia.
Maybe I'll try Ambien.