Sunday, July 15, 2007


Most of the time I am struggling to figure out if I am awake, trying to sleep. Or if I am asleep, dreaming I am awake. Either side of the coin sucks. Most of this past week I barely managed four to six hours a night.

Was closer to three hours last night.

I've always been short on sleep. But it got really bad after the car wreck in Atlanta. Crazy chick side swiped me. And my neck has never been the same. Sleep suddenly became even more rare.

Now, reading for hours barely makes a dent.

I workout for hours. It doesn't matter.

Do yard work until I'm drenched in sweat. Can barely lift my arms. But even that fails to make a difference.

I don't want medication. I know it will work. And I know I'll get addicted.

I just want true, natural sleep.

Not this perpetual unrest.

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