Rip Van Winkle
Posted By Kristabella on November 22, 2010
Thank you all for you comments on my last post about whether I should sleep with the door open or closed. There wasn’t much of a consensus, people were either on one side or the other. So basically, I’m still sleeping with my door open. Because, well I am a creature of habit.
But I will say, I am thinking more about it. It’s probably not a good thing. Also not a good thing, watching this week’s episode of Blue Bloods where there was a serial rapist on the loose and one of his victims said he got in her place somehow with all the doors and windows locked. AWESOME! That will help me fall asleep, NO PROBLEM.
(Also, side note, are you watching Blue Bloods? Because you should be. It’s a great show. It has Tom Selleck and Donny Wahlberg and Bridget Moynihan and that cutie kid that was on American Dreams. SO GOOD.)
In other news, I’m shocked to say this but I am tired. What’s shocking about this is that I literally slept all day and night on Sunday. No, really. I think I got 20-plus hours of sleep.
See, Saturday night I went out to dinner with my friend and her parents and some other friends. We had a good time and the wine was flowing. We went to another bar after dinner, then took my friend’s parents home and then proceeded to go to two more bars. One of those being a 4 AM bar. I was out drinking until 4 AM. Apparently all that red wine made me forget I’m 33, not 23. Also, I’m sure all that red wine made it look like something died in my mouth.
I woke up the first time around 11 AM on Sunday, mostly trying to put the pieces together of the evening/morning and impressed that I actually changed into my PJs and turned all the lights off. (If you know me, you know that not sleeping in my clothes is a feat most days.) After about 10 minutes of my head pounding, I went back to bed. Until 4 PM.
By this time, I was hungry and quite parched. So I went to Taco Bell for some food. I should probably point out that I wore my snowflake pajama pants to Taco Bell. After inhaling an obscene amount of Mexican food, I watched some TV and then went back to bed about 6:30 PM.
I was good until about 10:30, when I was wide awake. Probably because I had just slept for more than my cats sleep in a day. At this point, tossing and turning wasn’t the answer, so I got up to watch some TV, check Twitter and read my book. I dozed off again at about 1 AM and was hoping I was going to be sound asleep for the rest of the night.
I wasn’t, but it wasn’t too bad. I debated about getting up at 3:30 when I was wide awake because I have always read that if you’re up, you should just get up and start your day. But after about 10 minutes of thinking that, I passed out again.
I was sure I’d be up at 5:30 or so. I figured I could write a blog post or two, make my lunch, get my clothes out. Yeah, that didn’t happen. I fell back asleep and my alarm woke me up at 7:30.
Do they hold sleeping competitions? Because I’m sure I just won the gold medal.
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I don’t think there are sleeping competitions, but if there are, I’d like to sign up to compete against you. But only if someone takes my dog for the time the competition is going on. She’s one hell of an alarm clock. Without her, I’m golden.
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Mmmm….hangover food. For me, it’s Arby’s curly fries, with that hideous cheese sauce I would/could only eat (and MUST have) while hung over.
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Dude. I can’t sleep in unless I am deathly sick. Drinking or no, up until 4 am or no, I am always out of bed by no later than 8 am. I HATE THAT.
We sleep with the door closed and a super loud fan on, good thing we have large dogs that bark at ANY noise 🙂
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Blue Bloods: just about the best show on TV.
omg, i watched a show LITERAL YEARS AGO that involved a rapist who snuck into women’s houses and then lived in their closets / walls / whatever for like FOUR DAYS until they were all lulled into a false sense of security before he struck. i basically gave up then and there and realized there is no way for me to not get raped if there’s a crazy rapist on the loose. it was surprisingly freeing once i.. uh.. completely gave up. and bonus! there have been no rapists living in my walls (yet) (that i know of)!
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AND THIS IS WHY WE ARE FRIENDS.
omg, you were the other person who watched American Dreams?
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i’d kills me some people if i could sleep and eat taco bell with abandon!
sounds quite awesome to me!:)