Current mood:	exhausted
Current music:	"Eyes of a Child" - Alchemy VII

Up Late ... Damn Kids
Up late ... again.

Honestly, I've had enough of these bouts of insomnia; it's been about two months, now! While the problem has been on and off during that time, I think I've traced it to the meds I've been taking. The doctor put me on a muscle relaxant called "Cyclobenzaprine" after my back injury and, yeah, he said it would help me sleep. My psychiatrist also suggested I take Melatonin to help me drop off. Turns out that between the two of them, I've been sleeping the sleep of the dead.

Why is this coming up in a post about insomnia? Let me tell you...

I take the damn "Cyclobenziwhatever" pill (along with the Melatonin) just before bed and it knocks me out for the next 16 hours! I manage to get up, but only barely. I stagger through my day, half-blind and am probably a danger on the 40-minute commute in to work. Then, on top of it all, not only am I nearly falling asleep at the office but when I finally snap out of it, I stay up for hours. Why on Earth didn't I figure this out before today?

So, yeah, here I am decidedly NOT taking my bedtime pills. I'm up and stuck with the current situation. Hopefully recognizing the cycle of pills and sleep problems will help me break out of this nasty habit.

I've watched the latest episode of "Doctor Who" again as well as flipped channels to check out MSNBC. Science news was on so I'm guessing the politicians must either be asleep or dead: that's the only way the mainstream media covers anything cool like asteroids or extra-solar planetary systems. (See previous post.)

So, anyway, gonna go in to work in the morning after forcing myself to wake up on time and -tired or not- get through the whole day before going to bed ON TIME! I'll be damned if I let my sleep schedule get fucked up like this again.

At least I was able to stay wide awake for the weekly "Furry Night Dinner" with the local furries. The only down-side? We chose to go to "The Black Forest Inn" on Nicollet Avenue. Sure, it's had great German food in the past but -tonight- everything was under-seasoned, over-cooked, hard-as-a-rock, and past-it's-prime. They didn't even have Blutwurst; something I was hoping to try. (I wussed out and got their "House Plate" of Polish Sausage, over-cooked pork chop, and Bratwurst, instead.) Service was poor and -frankly- I'm not in the mood to go back there any time soon.

I feel bad for my friend sorien; he couldn't come tonight even though its his favorite restaurant. Then again, maybe he'd thank me. The place has really gone downhill since last time I ate there and I think it would break his heart to see it that way.

Gah. Random trains of thought. That means its time for bed.

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Some teens seem to be hanging out in the small playground across the street. I know that when we moved in here three years ago a woman drove by and told us to "watch out for the loitering teens" but -frankly- I never took her seriously. In my mind's eye, I'm still that young despite -chronologically- being 40.

Now, looking out at them, I gotta wonder how much I really have in common with today's youth. They're just sort of shambling around, aimlessly. Gods, I hope they're not stoned; I've put too much work into my garden to have it uprooted by hooligans. As I type this, they seem to have started wandering up towards 40th; maybe they'll go rob the gas station up on University. It's about time; I don't think it's been robbed this month, yet...

Damn kids! Git offa my lawn!

Anyway, as I said before, time for bed... Come morning, I'll be off to work no matter how dead I feel.

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