ARRGH
I have (almost) never* had a worse sleep than what I just had/didn't have tonight.
It's Friday now, and I had run a pretty heavy run on Wednesday. I was surprised all Thursday that I didn't feel any effects, so I did some light free weights and abs this evening and went to sleep.
Except I had forgotten that I ran in the evening (6) versus the morning. I almost ALWAYS exercise in the morning (or late night [8+] via karate back in the day.) That meant the soreness hit me EXACTLY as I was trying to go to sleep.
Oh my God, my entire body aches now. But that's not all that made last night suck: It was warm and humid last night so I was alternately overheated or froze over. And I stupidly washed my hair and didn't bother drying it, but I forgot that the humidity here makes that idea SUCK. Add on top to that my early-morning paranoia. I'm meeting some people early today to try and get tickets to see Shakespeare in the Park's Twelfth Night, and when I need to wake up early for something that isn't in my normal scheme of things (aka flights, etc.) paranoia makes me wake up every two hours anyway.
AND I had this weirdass dream on top of it. I fell asleep wanting to dream (because I need new inspiration for this story I'm writing) but because of various factors, I dreamt that I was at some kind of camp (not sure where this came from), but slept in my car because I had to go somewhere early the next day (obvious where this comes from). I was even wearing the shirt I am now. Except I couldn't sleep because someone from Season 4 of So You Think You Can Dance was up ALL NIGHT playin' around in the parking lot on a skateboard (sometimes it was Twitch, sometimes it was Gev [yes, I know, he's S3]. It was weird that it was both, but the same person) because he had to do some kind of early morning interview (I was watching NUMEROUS SYTYCD S4 clips last night. One of which was an Ellen clip I had never seen before).
Finally, after his interview was done, I got a few moments of shut eye before I had to wake up, drive somewhere, do something, drive back (The drive looked and felt a lot like driving the I-5, Because everyone's in LA right now for AX and I'm not T___T) and arrived home instead of camp, wherein the dream devolved into some weird situation wherein some Iranian-American people were staying at our house. (I was just thinking earlier about how completely Iran coverage has disappeared in favor of "OMG MJ'S AUTOPSY/WILL DRAMA" and how sad it was) But their little yappy dog would bark and nip at me until I gave it a firm whack and a "NO!" when they weren't looking and it ran off crying, but later respected me. (Someone I know is having trouble controlling their dog--though it's much bigger than a chihuahua--and I read something on whether or not it's acceptable to discipline someone else's dog [because I totally did. Whack + NO! and all.]) And then I think I was supposed to help my dad get rid of some old refrigerator that he kept trying to "donate" but they wouldn't accept so they kept sending it back. (My mom's currently annoyed that my dad won't get something done, though he says he will.) Except I REALLY didn't want to deal with that, so I woke up.
AND I woke up super hungry because I didn't really eat a proper dinner last night.
So uh, yeah. That dream is a weird synopsis of my life in the last week.
ARRGH. And I STILL didn't get any sleep.
I'm gonna go get a bagel and cream cheese and some kind of coffee-based product. To make myself feel better while we wait in line. (Screw the latte effect) WE BETTER GET THESE TICKETS. ::STOMPSTOMPSTOMP::
-Manda
* The worst sleep I ever had was the night humidity was at 1million % and the heat was 100000 degrees Celsius. I literally had to get up and get something frozen to try to fall asleep with on my head while sleeping on the couch. Wow. The mental anguish was unbelievable. I was close to crying because it was so bad and I wanted to sleep So VERY BADLY.