Vacuosity

Deprivation psychosis

There's something that people do sometimes that relaxes and refreshes them; they call it sleep, I hear.

I'll have to try this thing. It might make me less irritable and help remove those deepening circles of darkness beneath my eyes. I'm worried that they've reached the point of no return; that no cold gel pack, cucumber ointment, or any amount of sleep will reverse it and I'll spend the rest of my adult life looking permanently tired and prematurely aged.

I thought of this (and a great many other things like it) in the truck on the way here. I was thinking that the trip, and the almost 4 days of being awake, was going to do permanent damage. My baggage tends to agree.

And it's no better now that we're here. I never seem to be able to make myself go to bed. I am so busy and/or involved with the baby that I never have a moment to myself until everyone has gone to bed. Once I have a little solitude I'm reluctant to give it up.

I was speaking with Caleb a few days ago, explaining why I had to decline his invitaiton to enjoy a frothy libation. I told him that since Jordan was born I have been accumulating such a massive sleep debt that it is something akin to carrying a mortgage from a loan shark. I'm in so deep now that I'm only paying interest, and just enough, at that, to avoid having my throat slit.

If anyone can spare a few Zs, please forward them to Cathedral Avenue, Winnipeg. No donation too small.

posted by David @ 9:46 p.m.