The Supernaturally Caffeinated Brain…
January 19, 2012 § Leave a comment
The other night was one of those nights. You know the ones I’m talking about. Your body is physically exhausted but your brain feels like its just had a triple shot of espresso with chocolate covered coffee beans and a Rock Star chaser. It’s nights like this that make me feel as if I will never EVER fall asleep again.
So…I laid there, tossing and turning…unable to stop the myriad of thoughts swirling through my supernaturally caffeinated brain. It started with something completely innocent…hmmm I wonder if my black sweater is clean. It’s so cold in my office I don’t know if that would be warm enough. Oh! I know. I’ll wear my fleece vest over it with the purple scarf…that will work!
I hoped against hope that would be it for the night. That I would close my eyes and drift off to sleep content that I had a plan of action for the morning. WRONG! I proceeded to think about my job…the fact that I hadn’t blogged in days…the coming weekend…the new car I wanted…the fact that my cat wasn’t coming in to visit me…where is she anyway? And then I did it. I did a very bad thing! I looked at the time.
I had to physically pick up my cell phone by my bedside to see what time it was. I don’t have any other clock in my room…I do this specifically so I won’t obsess about what time it is! According to my cell phone its 11:50pm. CRAP! I immediately think, if I go to sleep now I will get 6 and a half hours of sleep. That’s gonna happen. Yep. I take a deep breath, snuggle down into the covers and do my best to shut my mind off.
Riiiiight. Did I really think I was going to get off that easy? The next bout of mental diarrhea hits me hard and…that stew Rachel made on 30 Minute Meals looked awesome…maybe I should make it tomorrow night for dinner. I’ll need to look in the fridge before I leave for work in the morning…do I have gas in the car…if not I don’t think I have cash in my purse so I will have to use my debit card…I hope I have enough money in my account because I don’t get paid until Thursday…and its a good thing I’m getting paid because I still have to pay the tax for my license plate sticker. If I don’t do that by the end of the month it will expire and I certainly don’t have enough money to pay for a ticket for having expired plates. Oh yeah…plates! I need to remember to bring that plate back to Amanda because its been sitting on the counter in the kitchen for like 2 weeks now…when I check for the stew ingredients in the morning I should grab that from the counter and put it in my car and just drop it by her house after work. WORK! Damn it…what time is it? I need to go to sleep!
And again…I break the rule. NEVER look at the clock when you can’t sleep. Why you ask? Because its now 1:15am…and…if I go to sleep now I will get 5 hours and 15 minutes of sleep. Are you flippin’ kidding me?!?
OK. I can do this. I should try breathing from my diaphragm. That usually relaxes me. That…and those massage chairs at Nail Trust. I love to recline and get a back massage when I get a pedicure. I could really use a pedicure now! I think I’ll go this weekend since I’m getting paid. I’ll have to call Thu tomorrow and make an appointment…and since I’ll be on that side of town I can take back that perfume I got for Christmas that my mom spent way too much money for…while I’m at the mall I need to get some black socks. I can’t seem to keep track of them. You’d think the house would be full of black socks I’ve bought so many. I have plenty of brown socks…blue socks…TONS of white socks…where do all the black ones go? Maybe its because I always wear black to work…WORK. WORK! Shit!
My room is illuminated yet again as I reach for my cell phone to check the time. 2:02am…if I go to sleep now I will get 4 and a half hours of sleep…well maybe 5 if I hit the snooze button on my cell phone alarm five times…I can do that. I can make that work…I won’t have time to shower…or I guess I could shower, but then I won’t have time to get gas in my car…or, god forbid…I could skip my stop for coffee and squeak in the door at work just at 8:00am. You know what…clean hair is way over rated…I’m getting my morning coffee.