Book reviews, film anaylses, and general hysterics from a waitress turned historian.
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Sleep Be Damned!
I officially have a Xanax hangover. Its not pretty, Folks, and besides the ugliness of the entire affair, said hangover is frustrating. I have work to do, but all I can think about is sleep. To add insult upon injury, I've been going to bed early to avoid this problem. Crawling into beneath my sheets around 9pm, like a seventy year old woman, in hopes of productivity the next day. The problem is that, lately, I think about sad things all the time. Hurts I could of mitigated. Situations I could have handled better. Hopes that were dashed. The thoughts become overwhelming so in the evening, at least a couple nights a week, I take my doctor prescribed Xanax so I can turn off and get some much needed rest. But the drug leaves me flat and unproductive...and I'm considering stopping it all together. Sleep be damned!