Tales of a sometimes insomniac...

Last night was a rough one. I had no issues falling asleep, but for some reason I awoke startled out of a dream (that I don't remember details of) around 3am.

I realized it was because my computer had finished "rendering" the file it started long before I drifted to sleep... and the volume was way up so the "finished" beep had probably done it to me, and so I groggily stepped out of bed to take out the freshly burned DVD movie I'd created, and moved on to the next step which would take a few more hours, and crawled back into bed.

5 mins tick by.... 10....20...30 (at which point I decide I need to go to the bathroom) so I get up, more groggy, and stumble around until I find the bathroom door and blast myself with the super bright light. Ugh. So wrong. I need a nightlight... too late....

Off to bed I go.
5 more mins.... 10...15.... I drift.... Bzzz.
BZZZZZZZ!!!!
A mosquito right in the ear! I am jolted awake again, and turn on my light (again). I HAVE to get that sucker.

But he is no where to be found. Dang it. I turn off the light, throw a blanket over my head so he can't get me, and try to drift to sleep but my computer finishes it's file. I try to ignore it. It can wait until morning....

5mins....10...15.... SNIFF, SNIFF.... what the heck? Is it tuna? No, it's that stinkin' skunk! Gross.
I jump up again to close the window because the smell has penetrated my room when I think I see TWO EYES peering into my glass door! My heart jumps. That skunk is out to get me!
Then I realize maybe it was my imagination combined with the blue light on the computer tower. So I shut it down, but have flashes of a killer skunk peering through the darkness into my bedroom.

It's impossible to relax.
I throw the blanket over my head again and drift off to sleep for a few minutes, and then awake completely hot because my windows were closed. I throw off some blankets and then imagine the killer mosquito feasting on my body. So I get up (again), open the window (again) and sniff to fresh air. Good.

I climb back into bed and notice 2 hours have gone by. Great.

I drift again (sort of) when the wind picks up banging my blinds hard against the window.

Startled, I am awake, but there is NO WAY, I'm leaving this bed. Must squeeze 2 more hours of sleep into my annoying night....

Somehow I drift.

Then, the back gate next to my room opens and slams shut.
I think it's an intruder coming to get me but quickly remember it's Monday which equals the Pool man arriving at 6:30am sharp.

Dawn is breaking now.

I cover my eyes with a lavender eye pillow to shut out the light, cover my head to shield myself from hungry blood sucking mossies, and try not to think about the limited time of REM I have left.

I finally drift.

And wake to Valentine in the morning talking about something incredibly unimportant on the radio. I finally give in to the fact I wasn't going to get a good night's sleep this time around.

Then suddenly, it's 9:15am! And I'm late for work!

But at least I feel rested.