In the middle of the night.

I went to bed early, since I sleep such long hours now, and I figured that would get me up at a reasonable time in the morning. I didn't have an alarm clock in the bedroom, because both of their batteries had died, so I took the simple one last night and put a battery in it and set it to the proper tine. I set the alarm for 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. Needless to say, it went off in the middle of the night and woke me up and I was unable to go back to sleep, though I tried. That alarm clock is going into the trash tomorrow morning after I take the battery out. I have a better digital alarm clock, but didn't want to mess with it last night, because it is more complicated to set. I wish I had done it now.

So, instead of being sound asleep, I find myself wide awake like I used to be. It's a real darn shame and maybe I should not go to bed so early again at night, but just wait until I'm good and ready to go to sleep. Now I've only slept a couple of hours and that clearly is not enough. I hope I get tired again soon, so that I will be able to go back to bed and sleep those additional hours. I won't cry wolf yet, it's only one night, but if this keeps up longer, I have to let my psychiatrist know.

Well, I'm seeing him in less than 2 weeks, so I guess I could let him know then. He doesn't want me to become hypomanic, so watch for any signs of that, people. If I become very devout and start lighting candles in the chapel, or I start discussing the queen a lot, it is time to ring the bell. If I get religious or royal in any way it is time to ring the bell.

I spent two years of my life with a man who used to call me Duchess. I used to pretend it had less to do with the fact that I was Dutch, but more to do with my superior status in life that was just obvious the minute you laid eyes on me. He used to call his ex-wife Turtle, so I was really lucky. I thought I was God's gift to him, but he did not think so and ended up back with his ex-wife after I married the Exfactor as a pure survival strategy. That's what he wanted all along. He just couldn't do it while I was single and available. Memories, huh? One day I will tell you more about this story.

I'm actually starting to get tired now. I am yawning and that is a good sign. Tyke has been asleep by my feet all this time. He's not going to be ready to sleep more when I go back to bed. He'll have to come, though, whether he likes it or not. I can't leave him here in the living room. There are too many potential things to get into and tear apart. He's still a puppy, after all, and I don't trust him yet. Two more months of this and then the worst should be over.

Well, I suppose I will try to go to bed now. I may read for a little while, maybe that will help. I have a theory about this, but I will get into that tomorrow. Remind me to do that.

I hope you're all sleeping tight.

Ciao,
Nora