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· February 2, 2008 6:56 PM by
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Posted by Dain, Saturday, February 02, 2008 11:56 AM (Eastern)
I know I should do something about this whole not-sleeping business, but it has always been with me. Nobody knows how to live without sleep better than an insomniac. I know that when my brain won't quiet when the house does, and the sleeping pills wear off and I am still awake, I have to push myself to the point of exhaustion so that I just collapse. And then I sleep for a day and a half. My family finds it absolutely appalling. "All you do is sleep," they say. And I am puzzled because my problem is that I can't sleep at all no matter how much I try, and instead write about beauty and the deeper meaning of eyeshadow in a fit of "creativity".
So yesterday, or um, last night (time blurs together when you are an insomniac), exiled by my normally sleep-patterned sister to the living room, I was reading a bit on the couch, and I said to my brother, "Hey, this mole, do you think it might be cancerous?" It had once been a mere freckle, but had grown obese and "irregular" since I'd dallied too much in the Croatian sun a couple summers back, and came back with such a deep, deep tan that my poor mother, whose traditional Korean principles had her admiring my normally ghostly calves as "corpselike" (as sincere a compliment as she's ever given me), nearly cried when she saw me. "No," said my brother, rolling his eyes just a bit from his World of Warcraft, "You don't have cancer, Dain. How come I can't find the Gordunni Ogre Warlocks? There are only Magelords? And you said that the Sprite Darter wings are just outside Camp Mojache?" "Um," I interjected, "but it feels tender, and sore. It looks weird." "Shamans!" continued my brother, "God, I hate totems! I just need to level once. They waste so much mana! And they always just destroy the totems! DON'T FUCKING DESTROY MY TOTEMS YOU FUCKING YETI! Oh man, the cool thing about shamans, though, you have TWO LIVES and TWO HEARTHSTONES. And I have fast mana regeneration. I have to drink all the time with my shadow priest. All the fucking time. Yeah, you ogre! I'm stealing your soil!"
Sometime later, hours later, still without sleep, I was poking at it, pinching and squeezing it, and something... popped out, that stuff you find when you pop a really big zit. I wish I could tell you that my beauty-stuff intuition told me that it had been a pimple, full of the familiar goo of oil and puss, but I cannot. They say that when you are awake for more than three days, you are considered legally insane.
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February 2, 2008 6:56 PM,
Three days is too many. Two is okay though. Maybe it's like alcoholic beverages.
February 2, 2008 8:06 PM,
Well, I'm only at a little over one day now, which is nothing, since I've lived with this for years. It's when it gets to five days without that I get really desperate, but that doesn't happen very often. But hey, I've written four articles, watched four hours of movies, and read two books. Sometimes my brain refuses to turn off, it just keeps going on and on, and getting considerably more foolish with the hour.
Meanwhile, my brother is still talking about totems. ; ) Frankly, some people, sleep makes no difference.
February 3, 2008 7:26 AM,
I have to say, that was a funny conversation! Or non-conversation, depending on how you look at it. Glad it wasn't cancer.
February 3, 2008 2:32 PM,
Yeah, me too. : )
February 3, 2008 4:03 PM,
I'm glad you guys understand each other. It's entirely Greek to me. :)
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