August 23, 2007
Can’t Sleep
You know when you wake up at 4:30 am and can’t go back to sleep? And you think of all those great things you can blog about? And you’re even writing the entry in your head and you’re totally witty and smart and chic?
But then, see, what happens is you get to the computer and it’s like you have a brain dump. You can’t remember your wittiness or smartness or chicness. You sit and stare at the little cursory on the screen for minutes while listening to the hum of the computer and the groan of the coffee pot (my god I NEED coffee too).
So. This is how my day is beginning. Yes. It really is 5:30 am and I really AM typing this now. Becuase I can’t sleep.
Usually I lay there and toss and turn until the alarm goes off but this morning I said fuck it and just got up and figured I’d do my weekly blog here at Chicas. Well, guess what? All the blog topics I had in my head when I was laying in bed…GONE. 
At least I finally have internet again (I’ve been without since Friday) and can actually sit here and check email and get online.
And since I’m up so bloody early 
I should have a smashing day at work. I’ll probably be ready to crash by 2. Go me!
So when you can’t sleep, what do you do? Do you get up and start working? Toss and turn and think? Or something else?
I listen to the sounds of snoring spouse and dogs and think over my day plans, but don’t get my arse outta bed. I have never written before nine–could be all the frigging kids in my house or the fact I can’t function w/o a couple of cups of coffee (I know Ames, but I need one vice)
I am never brilliant before oh say ten and then it’s subjective
I pretty much wake up every morning around 4-5 lately….this morning it was due to a teenaged girl calling my house at 430 (yes in the MOFO AM)
Normally it’s just me. Sometimes I’m hungry. Sometimes I just can’t sleep. Sometimes I get up around six and make coffee and write because it’s quiet and I can do that. Sometimes I go back to sleep.
Usually I’ll lie there and demand that my body go to sleep.
When that doesn’t work (which is most of the time), I’ll find something to read. It seems to help me relax.
” Well, guess what? All the blog topics I had in my head when I was laying in bed…GONE.”
Happens to me a lot too.