Insomnia.
I really , truly hate that word. It strikes terror through me, all the way to my little toes. It’s the one thing my body and I can’t find consensus on. I say insomnia is bad, but for whatever reason, my body thinks it’s worth keeping around. Like the cool kid down the block who gets invited to everything even though no one is sure they really like him or not.
I want to say, “Body! SLEEP!” but my brain fires back with 80 different issues of the moment. It’s like a cacophony of voices in my head. Hm. That sounds bad, huh? I don’t hear voices. Well, I do hear a voice–my own on its endless tirade of grocery lists, worry lists, meetings for tomorrow, and reasons why I just can’t bleepin fall asleep in the first bleepin place! ARGH!
Thank goodness, I can feel sleep settling in! Hallelujah and off to bed for me before I pass out in the hallway or with my face down on this horridly filthy desk of mine. I really need to clean up in here!
Hope you’ve enjoyed the Becca on Sleep Deprivation show. Come back next time, don’t know when it will be, but it’s always interesting. For me to poop on!!! (Homage to Comic the insult dog…)
Anyhoo, I hope all of my dear friends and family are doing well! I never know which friends or family are reading, so drop a comment or two to let me know you’re around. 
“Comic the insult dog?” No, no… it’s Triumph, the Insult Comic Dog. You must have been tired!