It's a holiday miracle. I just got eleven hours of sleep. More importantly, I got four of those hours by sleeping past my body's usual wake-up time of 6:00 a.m. As uncomfortably as I tend to sleep while staying at my parents’ house (my back, as expected, is killing me) I at least usually sleep pretty hard because, frankly, my sister Gina tends to exhaust me. She's a very go-go-go person and always wants to be doing something, which is something I happen to admire.
Of course, what I really admire about Gina is that she can sleep anywhere and at any time. It’s probably because she never lets herself sleep so when her body thinks it’s got at least a chance of getting some shut eye it just shuts down. I wish I could sleep in the car, on the couch, in the movie theater, at work — okay, she’s never fallen asleep at work. I have, actually, but it was after I had my wisdom teeth removed and it was their own fault for making me come in so soon and still on drugs.
But I digress.
I have to wonder if the reason I’m such a high-strung and oft-cranky individual (according to everyone else, at least) is because I never seem to get enough sleep and I’m constantly jealous of those who can. Even when I’m in a perfectly comfortable bed I can’t fall asleep without the comforting white noise of my beloved box fan (a nice miniature one that travels with me). What kind of raw deal is that?
I'm sure my inability to sleep usually stems from the hyperactivity of my brain. It’s just always going. The worst part is that it’s connected to my mouth and I end up talking too much and, usually, about inappropriate things. What no one seems to realize is that I actually have a pretty heavy-duty filter in place because what I say is only a fraction of what I think. And how scary is that?
Oh, look. I’m digressing again. Surprise, surprise.
Anyway. I’m quite pleased that despite my sister making gifts in her “workshop” last night, my father’s 5:30 shower, my mom shoveling at 8:00 and Gina’s rabbit making a ruckus every couple of hours, I got eleven hours of sleep. I just don’t know what to do with such a well-rested self.
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