I really thought I was losing my mind for a few days. Like, lock me in a cell, don't give me sharp objects, going to be friends with Winona Ryder sort of crazy. Turns out that lack of sleep just seriously messes with your brain.
I must have looked like I felt on Monday, cause my father gave me a sleeping pill and ordered me to take it. Eight full hours of sleep later, I felt much more sane. Aha!
Last night I tried to go it alone and was back to nightmares and restlessness, but it was better than before, at least. I'm hoping that soon I'll be able to sleep like normal again.
One weird dream I had last night consisted of me running a half marathon... how is it fair that I worry about training while I'm freaking sleeping?!?!?! Not okay.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
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