It's A Binary Thing

I've had two nights in a row of very little sleep -- about 4 hours on Sunday night and about 3 last night, none of it in one solid block.[1] This morning I was so exhausted it was all I could do to get out of bed. I shoveled the kids into the car and dropped them at their respective daytime holding-pens, and because I nearly dozed off driving a half-dozen times in the process, I went home, sent a note to work telling them I'd be in late, and crawled back into bed intent on getting a good 1-2 hr nap.

Woke up 4 hours later.

Would've slept longer, but had a dream so intensely disturbing it roused me right the hell out of sleep. Zombies? No. Nuclear war? No. Forgotten college final? No. I had a dream in which Kevin Costner had been the actor cast in the role of Captain Jack Harkness. Not that I have much against Kevin Costner -- generally I am ambivalent towards him as an actor -- but Costner as Jack? Eaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, run away!

Damn but my brain hates me. Nothing else for it but to just go to work for the remainder of the day.

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[1] Either they've started putting amphetamines into baby formula, or A. is rapidly becoming one of those kids who Needs No Sleep At All and wants to playPlayPLAY, even at 3am. Augh.

I had a really lengthy dream last night where I was in either a shop or a restaurant -- both, I think, sort of merged together. I was having a very earnest discussion with someone about writing and life and all that stuff, when a waitress/shop-clerk came up to me and politely tapped me on the shoulder. "Have you gotten around to reading the handout you were given on muscle cramps?" he/she asked.

"Not yet," I said.

The waitress/clerk went away and I resumed my conversation. A while later he/she returned and tapped me on the shoulder again. "Have you read it yet?"

"Still no," I said. "I'll read it soon."

The waitress/clerk went away again and I returned to my conversation. A few minutes later the waitress/clerk was back, seeming mildly anxious. "Have you read it yet?"

"No," I said. "I really will, though. I have it right here!" I held up the sheet of paper to show I still had it. It had a diagram on it, and a big red arrow.

"Okay," the clerk said, and then added something to the effect that it was important and I should read it right away. Then he/she went away again.

I resumed my conversation. A few minutes later the waitress/clerk returned for a fourth time, agitated now. "Have you read it? You really need to read it!"

"No, I haven't," I said. I remember feeling very guilty at that point. "I'm sorry. I promise I will, really soon now. As soon as I'm done here," I answered.

And then I woke up with a massive leg cramp.