insomnia

“i've had it for months now. i'm going to go have a cigarette and try again.”

“Hmmm... sorry to the insomniacs tonight... I am going to be a day shift insomniac today, I just know it. I gotta be up by noon so I know I won't be able to sleep when I get home from work. Stinky”

“Lorazepam.”

“Nah, I think I may try hopping on the eliptical for a bit and see if that wears me out enough to pass out... we shall see...”

“
THE LORD CHANCELLER’S NIGHTMARE SONG
(Gilbert & Sullivan)

Love unrequited, robs me of me rest
Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers…
Love, nightmare like, lies heavy of me chest
And weaves itself into my midnight slumbers…

When you’re lying awake with a dismal headache
And repose is taboo’d by anxiety
I conceive you may use any language you choose
To indulge in, without impropriety
For your brain is on fire, the bed-clothes conspire
Of usual slumber to plunder you
First your counter-pane goes, and uncovers your toes
And your sheet slips demurely from under you
Then the blanketing tickles, you feel like mixed pickles
So terribly sharp is the pricking
And you’re hot and you’re cross
And you tumble and toss
’Til there’s nothing ’twixt you and the ticking
Then the bed-clothes all creep to the ground in a heap
And you pick them all up in a tangle
Next your pillow resigns and politely declines
To remain at it’s usual angle
Well, you get some repose in the form of a dose
With hot eye-balls and head ever aching
But your slumbering teems with such horrible dreams
That you’d very much better be waking

For you dream you are crossing the channel
And tossing about in a steamer from harwich,
Which is something between a large bathing machine
And a very small second class carriage
And you’re giving a treat (penny ice and cold meat)
To a party of friends and relations
They’re a ravenous horde
And they all come on board
At Sloane Square and South Kensington stations
And bound on that journey you find your attorney
(who started this morning from Devon)
He’s a bit undersiz’d
And you don’t feel surpris’d
When he tells you he’s only eleven
Well you’re driving like mad with this singular lad
(by-the-by the ship’s now a four wheeler)
And you’re playing round games
And he calls you Bad Names
When you tell him that ties pay the dealer
But this you can’t stand so you throw up your hand
And you find you’re as cold as an icicle
In your shirt and your socks
(the black silk with gold clocks)
Crossing Sal’sbury Plain on a bicycle
And he and the crew are on bicycles too
Which they’ve somehow or other invested in
And he’s telling the tars all the particulars
Of a company he’s interested in
It’s a scheme of devices
To get at low prices
All good from cough mixtures to cables
(which tickled the sailors)
By treating retailers
As though they were all vegetables
You get a good spadesman to plant a small tradesman
(first take off his boots with a boot tree)
And his legs will take root
And his fingers will shoot
And they’ll blossom and bud like a fruit tree
From the green grocer tree
You get grapes and green pea
Cauliflower, pineapple and cranberries
While the pastry cook plant cherry brandy will grant
Apple puffs, and three corners, and banburys
The shares are a penny
And ever so many
Are taken by Rothschild and Baring
And just as a few are allotted to you, you AWAKE
And with a shudder despairing…

You’re a regular wreck with a crick in your neck
And no wonder you snore for your head’s on the floor
And you’ve needles and pins from your soles to your shins
And your flesh is a-creep for your left leg’s asleep
You’ve cramp in your toes
And a fly on your nose
And some fluff in your lung
And a feverish tongue
And a thirst that’s intense
And a general sense
That you haven’t been sleeping in clover…

But the darkness has pass’d, and it’s daylight at last
And the night has been long
Ditto, ditto my song….

And thank goodness they’re both of them O…ver!



Iolanthe, Act II

by way of Todd Rundgren
Todd (1974)

”

“I wish I was sleeping, oh yes sleeping, I want to snooze right now! But I can't cause I am at work... sigh...”

“I don't think having to work at one am qualifies as insomnia....    < wink >”

“it does if that's the thing that's keepin me up!”

“-- LOL --”

“i wish someone would keep me up”

“Nope, no problems with staying awake last might. Now staying awake this morning is another matter entirely. I'm not feeling the caffeine yet.”

“I hate it when I go to sleep at a decent hour and then my husband and son get into it and wake me up, then I can't go back to sleep.”

“Yah been awake since 3:30 this morning !! and that was with sleeping pills.My body seems to hate sleep !!!

I have to be up at 4 am on Friday,bet my body won`t wanna get up then of course.”

“paddles, do you drink coffee?”

“I was awake since 4 LOL”

“how bout getting up at 1130 after going to bed at 7, then working 20 hrs and now i cant sleep”

“paddles, do you drink coffee


Yes but not a lot...and very seldom after 4 pm.”

“Been awake since 1 gave up at 3...rain means stuck in the office, gonna be a suck ass day”

“better living through chemistry -----

The gov't hasn't criminalised caffeine.... yet.”

“Interesting thing, Tilt. I now have a bunch of Mormon neighbors and they won't drink coffee or tea, but quite a few down Mt. Dew and mate' like there's no tomorrow.”

“Well, do ya blame them? mt dew and mating is fun!”

“Next Stop: out-of-context thread!

      Ha!”

“Mmmmm, Mt. Dew and mating.”

“3pm, I can't sleep, gotta be to work in 5 hours... this stinks”

“have some Mt. Dew - its gotten me through some dang long drives at night in one piece - if with a bit of upset/overly caffinated stomach - I once left Sipsey at 4 in the afternoon - arrived home at 3 am purely on the strength of Mt. Dew”

“I think sniffing the open bottle would be enough to keep me wired for a couple hours!”

“Hence the expression,

"How's about a l'il snort?"”

“yup it's back :( 4:20 am EST”

“anybody in the house?”

“Kinda sorta. �Got to crash soon, though. �Can't oversleep.... Jury Duty tomorrow! �(er, 'later today') � They'll lock my ass up!”

“You'll probably have plenty of opportunity to snooze while you wait for a case.”

“down with 'da man”

“I never sleep!”

“me either...I'm glad y'all are here!!! hey bill I just uploaded a pic under my profile..can you name that shelter???”

“whoa, hello.”

“If you don't hear from me, I'll be down at the courthouse in a holding cell.”

“good luck tilt”

“are you just in the pool or have you already been selected and the trial starts tomorrow?”

“can you name that shelter???”

Which profile? Myspace?

Never mind, I found it.
last edited: 12/09/07 9:44:29 PM”

“Just the pool. �Because of family in that line of work, I never get picked (am always 'struck,' that is).

There. � That ought to jinx me!”

“bill....my profile on here --------> (although I did have it on myspace for a while)

never say never tiltmeister...today may be YOUR day of glory!”

“Nope, can't say I know which one that is. Of course I am bad at remembering shelter names. I guess I need to do the AT again to refresh my memory.”

“I'll give you a hit...... Doc's _____”

“Henry Fonda in "Twelve Angry Men".... That's me!

It's been pointed out many times that the statue of "Justice" outside our courthouse is missing its blindfold for some reason, LOL”

“Back row, far left!”

“Doc's Knob shelter in VA I think.”

“YEEEaaAaaaa!!! tell him what he's won Rob!”

“Time to assume the prone.

Have a good one, you-all!


(if I oversleep, I'll just haul ass to Mexico)”

“What are you doing up so late Moss?”