House of No Slumber
DearBoy has me stressed out about sleeping. See, he's a "total darkness, total silence" type of person when he sleeps. I'm all "hey, I'm sleepy. So what if the television and the iPod and the computer and some lights are on. I'll just crash" type of person. This leads to problems.
He got all bent out of shape the other night. He told me to take a sleeping pill so I could fall asleep early and he could sleep in the quiet darkness. I got pissed off with his order, and I purposely stayed up late and went to bed with the television on. I don't take orders well.
Anyhoo, we've tried to come to terms with our sleeping habits, but things have gotten worse. Since my stance on "I'll take a fucking sleeping pill when I can't sleep" night, I can't sleep. I'm so worried about falling asleep, that I sit up all night.
Last night, I even moved into the living room and sat in the dark for a while until DearBoy yelled "turn on the television, you're driving me crazy." So, I watched Futurama for a while until I could sleep.
We need to figure something out. Before, I was sleeping fine, and he was awake all night. Now, neither of us can sleep and we're both cranky as all hell. |