Sleep Study

I'm a star sleeper, no thanks to my genes. My dad in particular has always had sleep issues. He wakes up every morning at 4ish, goes downstairs and starts reading (always a sizeable historical tome... biography of Truman, stories about spies in World War II, "If I Did It" by OJ Simpson)(yeah ok I'm kidding about the last one, that's more my speed.) He'll read a few pages, then fall asleep, only to wake up fifteen minutes later and start the cycle again. He's been to doctors, participated in sleep studies, tried home remedies, all to no avail.

Over the years, to be honest, Dad's early wakeup really came in handy for us. I remember times in high school realizing that the outfit I wanted to wear the next day was unacceptably dirty at 11PM. I would pop it into the washing machine, and ask Dad to stick it in the dryer when he woke up, giving it plenty of time to dry, thus ensuring my ever important sartorial choices.

Ugh remember washing machines?

I also had a habit in high school (and, who am I kidding, middle school)(and fuck, probably elementary school) where I would be so tired by the end of the day that I would go to bed at 9, and have my dad wake me up at 5:30AM to finish my homework before school. When I was tired, I needed to sleep. Pulling an all-nighter was never an option because I physically couldn't do it. On the two or three times in my life that I tried, I would fall asleep on my work at 3AM and wake up with ink all over my face and pages of completely incomprehensible scrawls scattered around me, which was extra bizarre because it was 2004 and I was using a computer.

All of this to say- I didn't sleep too well last night. I had BOTH of my recurring stress dreams, my radiator sounded like a tiny, angry person was trying to escape from it all night, and at 6:53 (my body really knows my 7AM alarm) I was already wide awake, reading a long form article about Hope Hicks and the general clusterfuck that is our government. By 7:15, I was watching dance videos on Instagram wistfully, wishing I had stuck with my dance lessons and not quit at age 8. At 7:45 I rolled out of bed, made some coffee, and opened my laptop.

P.S. The other day, a friend who I hadn't seen in a while asked me what I had been up to. When I told her I'd been trying to write more, she said "That's right!" she said. "I need to check out your blog. I was told that it's sad."

1) Yessss someone was talking about my blog (no bad press?)
2) Sad? Hmm...

When I sit down to write something that I know more than one and probably less than twenty people will almost definitely read, my goal, of course, isn't to be depressing. But I also don't stop myself from writing about how hard things are, or how I went through an experience that was painful, or sad. This isn't a preachy lifestyle blog with some cutesy pun for a name (I mean I did come up with a TON of pun-based names but ended up nixing them all)(you're welcome.)

Anyway. I do appreciate you coming with me when I do touch on things that are less than glittery. And because you made it to the end of this post, I'd like you have this song from the recording artist Tiffany Trump and this article about Ben Affleck's back tattoo. Well, more about how everyone making fun of Ben Affleck's back tattoo. Because we do have fun here.