Yeah, I got some.  In fact, I slept until nearly one in the afternoon today.  But why, you may ask, when I went to bed at like….  oh…  NINE last night?

In a word — Taylor.

See, I’m out of ambien.  This is a huge bummer because I’m a chronic insomniac (and have been most of my lfe.  My mom used to find me awake at two, three a.m. rearranging my drawers when I was seven) and without the almost nightly help of ambien I tend to not be able to sleep.

Normally, I pop an ambien and Taylor and I go to bed at the same time.  All’s good cuz I’m out like a light shortly there after.  (And sex is fab after taking ambien.  Lol)  Or, if I’m not feeling the need to take one, I go to bed after he does so he doesn’t keep me awake.

Now last night I was tired as fuck after only a few hours of bad sleep the night before and having been up until nearly six a.m. the night before that.  So I grabbed an emergency valium (my last) and wandered off to bed.  I crashed.  I was out like a light and so was Taylor.  Two hours later?  He’s up and down on the bed, bouncing, looking out the window, thinking someone is out there messing with his bike.  For an hour.  Which, of course, woke me right the fuck up and I had to scream like a shrew at him to just fucking get up, get some pants on and go…  yanno…  CHECK THE FUCKING THING.

So I get up and putter on the computer for ten minutes or so and when he appears to not want to go back to bed I said fuck it and went myself cuz I still had the valium sleepies.

I crashed.

Two hours later?  He comes to bed.  With a plate full of sammiches and pickles.  And turns the light on and the t.v. up and proceeds to start munching. Which…  you guessed it…  wakes me up.  Which….  yes….  you’re correct…  made me scream like a shrew again about how he COULD HAVE EATEN AT HIS DESK THEN COME TO BED.

So I got up and stayed up until I saw him put the light out and heard him settle down.

Now it’s like three, four in the morning and my valium sleepies are gone and all I can do is toss and turn.

I guess I eventually fell asleep but, fuck me, it was NOT the early to bed, sleep well, early to rise sleep I was wanting.

And I was hoping to, yanno, fall asleep together, wake up together and have some fabulous sex with the birds chirping in the background this morning.

I guess Taylor thought twice about waking me, though, after all the shrew-ing last night.  Morning sex isn’t very attractive to him when my head is spinning around like the exorcist. (And before all ya perfect slavey girls start gasping and talking behind your hands about how it’s not about me, it’s about him and I should be more well behaved and he should just do what he wants and I should be HAPPY about it and serve sweetly…  tell me that after eight years of living with your dude, k?  This is my…  yanno…  REAL life?  And it manages to mesh our dynamic with the realities of living an actual multi faceted life just fucking fine without Taylor feeling like I’m stealing his power away just cuz I yell occasionally or because he chooses to do things…  yanno…  for me instead of for him.  Deal with it or go talk behind your hand somewhere else, k?)

Now it’s two in the afternoon and I’m only on my second cup of coffee and I feel like I blew a whole day so I’m going to stop ranting and babbling in your ear (eyes?) and go…  do summin.

Ciao