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hummingwolf) wrote2011-08-22 01:00 am
hummingwolf) wrote2011-08-22 01:00 am
Anxiety of the night
The more sleep-deprived I am, the more irrational I am; and the more irrational I am, the more I think of things to be worried about, which really does not help with that sleep-deprivation thing. (And why do I keep mistyping "sleep" as "slee"? Just a way of symbolizing that I'm not going quite far enough?)
So I have, for the time being, convinced myself that there are no bed bugs here. What, then, could have bitten me in the pattern in which I was bitten? Why, fleas, of course! And it's true that these little bites do look more like flea bites than the bed bug bites I've seen in photos. Where, then, could those fleas have come from? Why, mice, of course! And in this home where plenty of food is stored in various places and we're not always very good at cleaning dropped bits of breakfast cereal off the floor, there certainly would be no surprise if we had mice running around. But...
Seriously, Brain? This is what you've got for me tonight? You're making me worry about two things I have dealt with before without any great lasting harm? That's pathetic. Please, just stop. You're only embarrassing yourself.
In other insomnia-related news, I do think I can understand why I've been waking up in the middle of the night, at least if this evening was any indication. See, apparently there is something about the bedroom window by my bed that inspires large insects (probably cicadas from the sound of things) to fly at the window screen, making a light "thud" sound possibly followed by an irritated buzz and the flap of wings. The noise isn't too startling when I'm awake; but since that window is the one situated right by my head, I can easily believe that's the reason why I was recently awakened by a dream in which some wild animal went THUD against my window.
Right, I need sleep. Though I did manage to get seven hours last night, I'm still pretty badly sleep-depped for no good reason.
Seriously, Brain, let us sleep.
So I have, for the time being, convinced myself that there are no bed bugs here. What, then, could have bitten me in the pattern in which I was bitten? Why, fleas, of course! And it's true that these little bites do look more like flea bites than the bed bug bites I've seen in photos. Where, then, could those fleas have come from? Why, mice, of course! And in this home where plenty of food is stored in various places and we're not always very good at cleaning dropped bits of breakfast cereal off the floor, there certainly would be no surprise if we had mice running around. But...
Seriously, Brain? This is what you've got for me tonight? You're making me worry about two things I have dealt with before without any great lasting harm? That's pathetic. Please, just stop. You're only embarrassing yourself.
In other insomnia-related news, I do think I can understand why I've been waking up in the middle of the night, at least if this evening was any indication. See, apparently there is something about the bedroom window by my bed that inspires large insects (probably cicadas from the sound of things) to fly at the window screen, making a light "thud" sound possibly followed by an irritated buzz and the flap of wings. The noise isn't too startling when I'm awake; but since that window is the one situated right by my head, I can easily believe that's the reason why I was recently awakened by a dream in which some wild animal went THUD against my window.
Right, I need sleep. Though I did manage to get seven hours last night, I'm still pretty badly sleep-depped for no good reason.
Seriously, Brain, let us sleep.