Well, just ef it
Fuck this day.
With a couple of colleagues, we decided to join in on Arianna Huffington's 2010 sleep challenge. The goal being to sleep around 7.5 hours a night for at least a month. I kinda started last week but, with my colleagues, we start charting our hours as from this week.
My first entry will be... Four hours. That's it. Four fucking hours.
Why four hours? Well, we're experiencing problems in our flat's building. They make noise because some fuckwits didn't clean them properly in the beginning of the winter and it is just KILLING everyone. The hub sleeps in the couch and I sleep with earplugs. It's just ducked up. So I sleep alone. Except sometimes the hub tries and come sleep to bed again because, well, we want to feel like a real couple once in a while, you know?
But then, my own fuckwitness starts again. I have trouble sleeping with someone in my bed band need some time to get used to it every time.
You ask me why? (does someone even care actually?)
Well because, in my last relationship I was terrified of falling asleep because I'd never know if I would wake up with someone forcing himself upon me during my sleep or not. Oh and add a traumatising experience with a full narcosis apemdectomy around 14 and you have yourself one fucked up sleeper.
Then there are the fabulous early morning tantrums that I cannot calm without the hub and that make me half an hour late for work.
And there is the cooking of the great food that makes my house stink of rabbit fat, which is not the best smell to wake up to in a four-hour-sleep night.
And just finish with the usual toe-stubbing, Paris metro wankers hittin me with their briefcases, the forgotten hankies that make you sniffle for your whole hour commute, the warm woolen mittens you need to search for about ten minutes until you find them in the cat litter and the news of your grandfather being admitted into hospital to start dying and there you are: one HELLUVA morning.
First day of 2010 sleep challenge: FAIL!
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