Insomnia

April 29, 2009

Times I read myself to bed tonight: 3

Times my brain immediately turned on as soon as I turned off the light: 3

How long ago I gave up trying to sleep and started puttering around the office: 87 minutes

Time it is at this exact moment: 1:47. A.M.

 

Ugh. I swear my brain thinks it is noon. Even if my eyes are registering darkness as I look out the office window. (They’re also registering snow which doesn’t bode well for outside bike riding tomorrow, but I’ll try not to worry about that now.) I might be ready to try a sleeping pill. Although I don’t think they really work for me.

Here is what my brain starts thinking about when I turn the lights off (in no particular order):

— getting my motorcycle off the sidewalk in front of the condo

— the wonderful shade of green on the reply envelopes for my brother’s wedding in June

— the asshat editors I sent dozens of pitches to last week who have yet to respond

My vote for color? This azul. Root red would be second. I wouldn't mind a bathroom painted in this azul color either.

— a cute Athleta dress that could be perfect if I end up getting an assignment in Morocco in June. And it’s only $69. And available in tall.

— how can dry-hands fingercracks hurt so bad. The ends of two fingers are pulsing. Dialing a phone hurts. But not as bad as trips to the bathroom.

— Fancy Plants going out of business. Sad.

— what I’ll have for breakfast tomorrow. Do  I want eggs badly enough to go to the store in the morning or could I settle for buckwheat with blueberries?

— how much I love Indian food and why Jackson can’t have an Indian restaurant. Three Thai places and no Indian. Really?

— how I can manage to have so many book ideas that are among the greatest ideas for books ever, but that no one else has the brilliance to appreciate them as such.

— Am I going to ski anymore this season or should I transplant all my ski paraphernalia from the backseat of Tootie to the gear room?

— The gear/garage sale we’re planning for May 9. Will anyone buy stuff?

— Will we ever sell the fricking Audi? This has to be some sort of record for a working, totally pimped-out car sitting for sale.

— Who would actually steal windshield wipers off a car? (Brian and I noticed that the new ones I bought for the Audi in January are no longer there.) Windshield wipers, really? Really? That’s more ghetto than the tent we have sitting over the car keeping all the precipitation of the last few weeks from entering via a stuck-open sunroof.

And I've got 11 more where this one came from.

— How much of a tragedy it is that Reese’s doesn’t make Reester bunnies all year long … and how fortuitous it is that I happen to have no fewer than one dozen on them stockpiled in the basement.

Well, I could go on forever with this list, but I think I might go and try to sleep again. I love having so many ideas for articles and books, but I’d love it more if they kept to a more civilized schedule.  And I’d love to know who the fuck stole our windshield wipers. Is that a sign of the bad economy or of a very creative skid with loose morals?

 

Time at this exact moment: 1:56. If it wasn’t raining outside, it’d be just about time to get up — well, maybe 1.5 hours too early — for a morning of corn skiing. But it is raining. And snowing.