Now I lay me down to, oh, screw it

I should just repost Sleep is Highly Underrated.

I'm beginning to wonder at what point my brain will pop if I continue to get only four hours of interrupted sleep every night. My pdoc keeps saying my brain can't sustain this level of activity. Oh, yeah? I'm working 12 hours a day or more plus most of the weekend ever since I unintentionally started a nonprofit last month. I was already overwhelmed. What the hell was I thinking?

My only hope is to slip into a chemically-induced coma at a socially appropriate bedtime. It doesn't always work, but I am persistent if nothing else.


If this continues, maybe I'll start hallucinating. Cool. I've never had a hallucination in my life, even though I have all of the fixin's to create one, right in my kitchen cabinet of pharmaceutical delights. Oh. Wait. I shouldn't blow through all of the fun drugs now that I've been abandoned and rejected by my primary care physician. Asshole.