Last night Toney and I were watching TV, and I was struggling to maintain consciousness. I was dipping in and out of dormancy, and probably looked like Gomer Pyle in a gas leak. Finally, around 10:30 I said fukkit, went upstairs and climbed into bed.
And I was wide awake. Again. Why does this happen so often?? I was making myself miserable, fighting sleep for an hour or two, and now that I’d surrendered to it… nope. No sleep for you!
I grabbed my Kindle, and returned to the living room. Just 100% wide awake, like it was freaking noon on a Wednesday. Around 2:30 am I returned to bed, and this time it took. However… Toney starts working at 9 am, taking calls from her crazy NORAD-caliber bedroom control center, and I was awake again.
It’s bullshit. I walk around in a haze most of the time, because I don’t get enough sleep. Yet, I can’t sleep when I try to. What the hell?? Is this some kind of old man crap? It started with the weird ear lobe hair, and the long wiry balloon-poppers that erupt from my eyebrows and have to be tamed by a professional in a salon setting.
Now it’s this sleeping stuff. It’s something I never had a problem with, until the last few years. I could always sleep in the back of a dump truck traveling down Interstate 81, if necessary. And now I’m wallowing and thrashing and sighing… I feel like my calibration is way off. Maybe I need some of those questionable “supplements” they advertise during George Noory?
Toney has always had a problem sleeping. I joke that a neighbor, two or three doors down the block, could fart in their kitchen and she would sit bolt upright in bed and say, “What was that?!” She is, without a doubt, the lightest sleeper I’ve ever encountered. Andy (Ol’ Smeller) can smack his lips out in the hallway and wake her from the deepest REM sleep. It’s ludicrous.
But now she’s getting to say, “See? See what I’ve been dealing with for all these years?” I don’t care for it.
The only good thing? I’m reading a really good book, and got to spend several hours with it last night. This one, to be exact. It’s about a group of friends who are electrocuted during a thunderstorm in 2009, and wake up in late 1985.
It’s wacked-out and a complete blast to read. It’s not literature, but it’s well-written and built for fun. Highly recommended, especially if you like time travel stories. And it’s free for Kindle. Craziness. I’m enjoying it as much as I did Stephen King’s time travel book, which is another great one.
I’ve asked this question before, but I’ll ask it again. If you could travel through time, where would you like to go? Where and when? For whatever reason, I’d like to go to my hometown of Dunbar, WV during the late 1940s. The war is over… there’s optimism in the air… there’s no television yet… I’d love to just walk the streets, have lunch in a diner, and maybe drink a beer or six with my freakishly young grandfather at Ross’s Poolroom, or whatever. When I daydream about time travel, I always daydream about that particular scenario. Not the Gettysburg Address, but blending in for a few weeks in 1947 Dunbar… Weird, huh?
What about you? Where and when would you go? Please tell us about it in the comments. Also, how are you doing in the sleep department? Do you think my problems are because I’m getting really goddamn old? Let me know your thoughts, if you have any.
And I need to call it a day here. Please remember to use our Amazon links while doing your Christmas shopping, or personal shopping, or whatever. I made the mistake of checking this year’s numbers versus last year’s from the same period… We’re way off, my friends. Please try to remember to use the Surf Report links. It’ll cost you nothing extra, and help me a great deal. I sincerely appreciate it.
Now I’m going to work, where I’ll stumble around in a haze for about nine hours, and try to avoid building a chin-to-desk drool bridge. Yes, it’s quite a life I’ve carved out for myself.
I’ll see you guys again soon.
Have a great day!