Once again, I'm having trouble sleeping. I'm really not a fan of not sleeping when I'm anxious and stressed. That's when I need sleep the most! Yet, sleep is quite elusive during these times, and I can only think of one night in the last ten days or so that I've had a good night's sleep. I feel so helpless, lying awake in the dark, staring at the ceiling. Or at the left side of the room. Or the right side of the room. Reading or watching a movie doesn't help, because I won't fall asleep doing that unless I'm completely exhausted. I've always been leery of sleeping pills. So I lay there. Frustrated. Sometimes it takes an hour to fall asleep, sometimes longer.
Not sleeping Friday night was likely my fault. I went out to hear one of my friends' bands play in a sports bar and our very attentive waiter kept refilling our Cokes the minute the glass was only half-full. Since I kept absent-mindedly sipping my drink during the show, I probably had the equivalent to five or six glasses of Coca-Cola.
Oops. I'd been nursing a Coke from about 8:30 (at dinner at a different place) to 1 AM. I'd asked for Diet, but it hadn't happened. I rarely drink that much caffeine, or soda in general, so between that and all the sugar in my drinks, it's no surprise I didn't fall asleep until after 4:30 AM. After lying awake in bed for a couple hours, I eventually fell asleep after finishing a movie on my couch downstairs. I felt groggy most of Saturday. Hooray for Mormon "hangovers"!
Last night, however, was not my fault. But at 2 AM, I was sitting on the floor, mere inches from my TV and the History Channel (no contacts/glasses), eating ice cream straight out of the carton.
Not good. The weird thing is that I'm not very tired today. Hopefully I'll be tired when it's time to sleep tonight.