The Furious Spinner

First half 'n hour: Listened to a hypnotherapy CD. Not to sleep. To get me in a healing mode. Also listened to Mario snore until I gently nudged him to turn over. (Hope he doesn't have a bruise in the morning.) Awake.

Two & a half hours after that: Lay in the dark in bed trying different positions to get to sleep. Little toe itched. Told myself how lucky I am. Many people don't have a bed to be sleepless in. (What kind of sentence is that? Don’t ask me. I’m supposed to be sleeping.)

Three hours after going to bed: Got up and wandered around downstairs. Really wished I had TV. Went back upstairs with some pages of Church of the Old Mermaids and took a bath. Thought of something I needed to do to make the book better. Too tired to write it down. Have now forgotten it.

Half 'n hour later: Came back downstairs and watched various segments from The Daily Show with Jon Stewart on the internet. Felt proud I was roughing it. Just like the pioneers coming across the continent in covered wagons. They didn't have TV either. Hoped I didn’t have to eat anyone. Speaking of eating. I took the computer into the kitchen and listened to Stewart's sketches etc. while I cut up and sautéed shitake mushrooms. I scrambled a couple of eggs in with the mushrooms. Toasted a piece of rye bread. Pressed a couple of garlic cloves. Ate it all up.

Four hours after I first went to bed: I write this. Now I'll go to bed. If I fall to sleep, odds are I'll wake up with heartburn soon after. Can't eat and then go right to sleep. Especially fried food. Wonder if the Donner party ever got heartburn.

Sweet dreams. Literally? I don't know. Can you eat dreams?

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