The COVID Diaries: The Most Boring

Dear Darling Ones,

I read two books this weekend(ish). I think I started book #1 on Friday and finished book #2 today. Both of these books had characters named Ann(i)e, a cheating husband named Graham, characters who owned a bookstore, and characters who worked in publish. It’s a lot for two books to have in common, isn’t it? One was a quiet, lovely contemporary lit book (Monogamy by Sue Miller) and the other was suspenseful mystery (Confessions on the 7:45 by Lisa Unger).

I just had to tell someone that. I mean, I told twitter but they didn’t care at all. You, Darling Ones, must care. I demand it.

So I’m afraid I’ve truly fucked up my sleep. I haven’t had insomnia like this since the early aughts. I’ve had shitty nights of sleep here or there, sure, I’m a human living through late stage capitalism in the fascist states of america. But I have dealt with this kind insomnia since I had an office job. It sssssuccckkkksssss. I really though I had beat insomnia. I’ve been bragging about how good a sleeper I am for years, especially during this pandemic and now the sandman is all, “not so fast, Chromes.”

In sleep’s defense, my sleep hygiene has been non-existent. I go to bed at 10 or 2 or 11:30 and frequently wake up around 4:30 to toss and turn and TikTok and then I fall back asleep until 8 or 9:30 or 11. I try to nap all the time and failing that I’ve fallen into a 2:30 p.m. Diet Coke habit that is not good. NOT GOOD! I’ve even been taking melatonin, but I think I’m immune.

My new goal now is to be in bed by 11:30 with lights out by 12:30. I will still let me sleep until whenever I feel like getting up because that’s what I’ve always done.

Aren’t you glad I’m sharing my lack-of-sleep habits with you? At least I’m sparing you the funky melatonin dreams (starring in a reboot of The Office, sex dreams about exes, one last night where I yelled at Sister #3).


Before I sign off today I have to tell you one good. A very kind and generous reader sent me some money today so I could buy some Halloween-colored M&Ms, which made me laugh and laugh. You’ll see the “best I ever made” monster cookies pictured above. She said, “Sometimes I’m moved to contribute to bloggers that make me laugh, think, marvel. You are one.” That made me projectile cry with happiness.

Feeling like I provide value,

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1 Comment

  1. Barb 13.Oct.20 at 9:16 am

    Can’t believe how much this sounds like me, the self-inflicted insomnia. At 67 years old though, it’s of little consequence as I’m retired and without responsibilities. I put on an audiobook that I’ve already listened to, under my pillow. Seems to shut off my brain-worries. Soldier on, and yes, you definitely provide value!


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