From the time I got my first pink walkman and a cassette of Chicago’s “17” I would listen to music as I went to sleep. It helped with the insomnia that plagued me since I…
Browsing Category Insomnia
Breaking the law
Every since that one December where I only slept like 30 hours the entire month, I’ve been super rigorous about what I allow into my boudoir (though it might appear that men are on the…
The disorder that dare not speak its name
Dear 6 a.m. I have written many letters to your slutty younger sister 6:30 a.m. about how much I detest her. I didn’t think it was possible, but I think I like you even less….
Out of the penalty box
I had to spend two days in the penalty box for unhumanlike conduct. I had a nasty bout of insomnia that left me a bratty, self-pity-filled baby. I figured the Internet didn’t need any more…
Baby, it’s 3 a.m. I must be George Michael
I am not sure what is the worst part of being away at 3:07 a.m. It could be, well, being awake. It could be having Wham’s “Last Christmas” stuck in your head on repeat. Or…
Letter from an insomniac
Dear Jodi, It’s your fault, stupid. You were kind of cold and a little droopy-eyed and you wanted to be alert for tonight’s writing workshop. So what did you do? You ordered that cup of…