The Heady Feeling of Well-Slept

I can't say I was all that well-rested this morning. The little monster came and got in bed with us and was kicking the covers down all night. But I was finally able to get to bed about 10:30, fall asleep right away, and sleep for a good nine hours, off and on.

But I usually get a lot less than that. I'm usually in a perpetual state of sleep-deprivation. I have a really hard time getting to sleep. I abhor lying there awake, so I'll stay up and watch Turner Classic Movies for hours until I feel confident that, when I do finally go lay down, I'll fall asleep right away. But to do that, I have to be completely exhausted. I'll stay up writing or watching movies until 1, 2, or sometimes 3. Then wake up and feel like a zombie all day, then do the same thing again. And again. And again. Until I fall asleep on the couch after dinner because I'm so tired.

But last night I got a fair amount of sleep and it made me a little concerned this morning. I felt weird. It's been so long since I've felt actually awake, I thought there was something wrong with me. I wasn't used to the feeling. Sleep aids just make me groggy (I've tried a lot of them) and it doesn't help that me "day job" doesn't fire me up and make me want to get out of bed.

I suspect that a lot of creatives have troubling sleeping. Along with depression and generally odd behavior, us ahh-tist types (queue pinky in the air on a cup of tea and a beret) have a lot of issues to deal with.

It ain't easy to be me.