Needless to say, my brain is in a total fog and I can’t seem to wrap my thoughts around the idea of focusing on getting back to sleep.
So, I think I need to jump start my brain in order to turn it off again. If that makes any sense at all, then keep reading and enjoy. I apologize in advance if my Saturday morning ranting and ravings are a little rantier (writers can make up words!) than usual.
Why am I awake this early? Does my body hate me this much? Is this its way of punishing me for making it endure such a long, grueling week? Doesn’t my body understand by now that I don’t add stress by choice?
Shouldn’t I be so exhausted that I risk sleeping right through to Sunday morning? Why doesn’t my internal alarm clock allow me to hurl it across the room and shatter it on the wall? Shouldn’t my brain have a snooze button? Shouldn’t that snooze button allow me another two hours of sleep whenever I press it?
Am I awake because of my weird dreams? Why did I dream I was a doctor living on Long Island, who took calls from other doctors on an old fashioned phone from the 1920s? Why did I dream that I had a really long beard that I tried to remove with shaving cream and a razor rather than with a scissor?
Am I up early because my mind is still trying to understand “The Perks of Being a Wallflower”? To whom was Charlie sending those letters? How did the recipient react to getting them? Is Charlie going to be okay? Why didn’t Sam rush home to visit him in the hospital? Was it because she was secretly off at Hogwarts and didn’t want Charlie and the other Muggle kids to know?
If I go back up to bed will I fall asleep? Should I just give up on that idea and get on with my day? Since I’m up early today, can I just sleep in another day during the week? Do you think my boss will understand?
What do you do when you can’t sleep? How come you don’t write me letters and tell me about everything in your life? Is it because you’re writing to Charlie instead?
I told you I was in a funky mood, Modern Philosophers? Thanks for hanging in there with me. I’m sure I’ll snap out of it eventually.
Or will I???