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Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Two in one night.
It's very late, but I can't sleep. I was up late last night and then slept in so my sleep pattern has gotten off again or it could be the bottle and a half of various wines that I consumed between 5pm and 9pm. Either way I am very much awake right now and I have a small throbbing pain in the middle of my head right behind my nose. I feel exhausted and my body is lethargic, but when I close my eyes sleep does not come. Not even the white noise of Murder, She Wrote can help me.
The restlessness that I'm suffering from had made me think about my bed and the pillow top mattress that I am laying on. My parents replaced my mattress a few years ago. I was very against getting anything new as I was very attached to the ancient mattress that had been with me since The Red Brick Apartments. My mother did her best to convince me that a new bed would be a good thing for me, but the first new I could barely take it. The mattress was much to soft compared to the old stiff one that my back was used to. I tossed and turned all night. My mother had to rub my back to keep me calm and get me to fall asleep. Now I love my mattress. When I moved to Philadelphia I had to beg my parents to just bring down the one in my room so that I wouldn't have to buy a new one and readjust all over again. Of course whenever I go home to visit my parents I have to pay the price my sleeping on the refugee bed and often I end up spending the week on their couch.
When I have people in my bed I end up letting their preferences dictate where I sleep. With Marg I was always on the left. Of course it was because she only uses the right side when she's awake so the only way I could fit in with her to watch Summer Heights High in the hotel was to stretch out on the left and move closed to the foot of the bed so her husband pillow wouldn't jab me in the back. With The Physicist it always depended on whose bed we were in. If it was his then I most often slept on the right. In my bed I was on the left. I never really got that since in my own bed I most often start out in the right before ending up in the center under the netting. For some reason he always positioned himself on the right by the light letting him dictate whether the lights were on or off. In the summer this came in handy for me. During the summer when the sun comes up early I would wake up earlier than The Physicist and could read in bed while he still slept. I created a nice Nancy and Andy situation with the pillows so that I could move around and be comfortable without disturbing him and read for a few hours in sunny silence. Yonni is the most polite person you could ever want to sit in your bed. He always seems to be aware of personal space and knows that I prefer the right. Even when he's all alone writing or reading something on my computer, he stays mostly to the left and when I sit down next to him he always makes sure that there is enough room.
The restlessness that I'm suffering from had made me think about my bed and the pillow top mattress that I am laying on. My parents replaced my mattress a few years ago. I was very against getting anything new as I was very attached to the ancient mattress that had been with me since The Red Brick Apartments. My mother did her best to convince me that a new bed would be a good thing for me, but the first new I could barely take it. The mattress was much to soft compared to the old stiff one that my back was used to. I tossed and turned all night. My mother had to rub my back to keep me calm and get me to fall asleep. Now I love my mattress. When I moved to Philadelphia I had to beg my parents to just bring down the one in my room so that I wouldn't have to buy a new one and readjust all over again. Of course whenever I go home to visit my parents I have to pay the price my sleeping on the refugee bed and often I end up spending the week on their couch.
When I have people in my bed I end up letting their preferences dictate where I sleep. With Marg I was always on the left. Of course it was because she only uses the right side when she's awake so the only way I could fit in with her to watch Summer Heights High in the hotel was to stretch out on the left and move closed to the foot of the bed so her husband pillow wouldn't jab me in the back. With The Physicist it always depended on whose bed we were in. If it was his then I most often slept on the right. In my bed I was on the left. I never really got that since in my own bed I most often start out in the right before ending up in the center under the netting. For some reason he always positioned himself on the right by the light letting him dictate whether the lights were on or off. In the summer this came in handy for me. During the summer when the sun comes up early I would wake up earlier than The Physicist and could read in bed while he still slept. I created a nice Nancy and Andy situation with the pillows so that I could move around and be comfortable without disturbing him and read for a few hours in sunny silence. Yonni is the most polite person you could ever want to sit in your bed. He always seems to be aware of personal space and knows that I prefer the right. Even when he's all alone writing or reading something on my computer, he stays mostly to the left and when I sit down next to him he always makes sure that there is enough room.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Fracking bananas.
Oif! Its 1am on Sunday and I have to be at work in nine hours to serve coffee to Main Liners. Yum :( I kept a fairly normal sleep schedule throughout finals week, but now for some reason my body refuses to stay on track. Instead I am wide awake in the middle of the night writing. It’s kind of sucky, but maybe it’s a good thing since I am driving eight hours to Vermont after work on Monday night.
Gahh I just wish I could fall asleep! I’ve tried reading, knitting, watching movies, and now writing. I read a few of my favorite blogs. My Hebrew Friend wrote a rather insightful post after a night of drinking and dancing, the post didn’t really have much to do with either activity. It was good, surprisingly thoughtful, all I really have to say to him is: DO NOT publish a newsletter! My Everyday Discoveries
Now I’ve settled with watching The Facts of Life, a kitschy show about an all girls boarding school from the 1980s. There is a lot of Farrah Fawcett blow-outs and Bronx accents, but once you get past all of the “very special” episodes, it’s kind of a funny show.
Me and the little ball of laugh.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
"Sterling Archer. Code name Duchess. Known from Berlin to Bangkok as the world's most dangerous spy."
I love Archer. I really really do. I think it's what happens when you spend all of your time around boys, you start liking boyish things, but I just can't help it. I love Archer. It's an animated show on FX that is like cross between Mad Men and James Bond that then fornicated with Arrested Development to create this spawn of a television show. Archer is the world's greatest secret agent with the code name, Duchess, after his domineering mother's, who also happens to be his boss, dead dog. The show is a mix of 1960's fashion, decor, behavior, but with the futuristic spy technology of today. It's ensemble cast, mostly from Arrested Development, are what brings the show together. The second season starts next month, so check it out and remember to be cool with Pam.
Would you let this man choke you?
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