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Day One Hundred and Sixty-three:  Midnight in Paris, Four am in Paris, Six am in Paris

When my eyes won’t stay open due to fatigue I don’t force myself to stay awake and write a blog and so this is the result of that.  When I go to bed early without blogging and then don’t sleep all night it becomes irritating, and this has occurred often recently.  I don’t know what’s sleep’s problem is I love sleep.  I need it like I need any other normal human body function like breathing or drinking water.  I love sleping in my own bed with the fan on and waking up in the morning feeling refresehed.  Lately, sleep hasn’t had anything to do with me.

Which to be honest is becoming a nuisance.  It’s not exam time Sleep I can’t just bag off three hours of studying to relax, I have to be at work at a desk around other people in grown up clothes!  But sleep, it seems, and has become clear to me the past few nights, speaks more in slanted, ongoing, vigorous and loud jibberish instead of coherent, logical English.  Sleep is not my friend right now, and I am beginning to miss it.

I’ve been given lots of advice on what would help me sleep and my favourite has been to take a shot of the alcoholic beverage before bed.  Since I’m opposed to sleeping medication (after my whole gall-bladder, graval overload in first year) and natural melatonin isn’t doing the trick I think it’s about time I brought out the whiskey.  I’m like a teething baby just rub it around my gums before bed and it calms me right down!  Or I’m hoping so anyway.,

All I can say is it’s a good thing I’m a morning person.  Beware of those dreaded afternoons.

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