It’s Friday.
Or, as I’m calling it, the third installment of “CRYSTAL JUST WANTS TO FRIGGING SLEEP”.
I’ve been up since about 3:15am, so about the last five, almost six hours now. I didn’t have a lot of trouble getting to sleep; it wasn’t exactly easy, but it wasn’t as bad as the night before. However, we had a tough discussion last night, mostly relating to what contributed to the breakdown between us and what the plan is for the future. Honestly, I’m surprised I didn’t have more trouble getting to sleep than I did. Unfortunately, I woke up, and then just couldn’t get back to sleep. It was as though my mind had been ruminating on what we’d talked about during the short hours I actually managed to get some sleep, going over everything, combing through every answer he’d given to the questions I had written down while he was at therapy on Monday. When I awoke, my mind started screaming “I WAS THINKING AND I HAVE SO MUCH TO TELL YOU!”
If I’m this bad in a dark room, with the sounds of two sleep-purring cats, his soft snoring, and the white noise of a fan, I can only imagine the pure hell a sensory deprivation situation would be for me.
