Apologies for the radio silence, ladies. I’ve been plagued by a powerful case of insomnia and well, let’s just say that I now acutely understand why sleep deprivation is often employed on prisoners of war as a form of psychological torture. This Hello Kitty Zombie is available as a T-shirt, by the way.
Insomnia is one of the best recipes for ugly ever—no amount of makeup can cover it up. And it’s a one-way ticket to Stupidville too. When you can’t follow the plot twists in a phone conversation with your ten year-old nephew, for instance, it might just be time to wrap yourself up in a nice big old blankie and gently weep.
Ambien doesn’t work—it gets me to sleep but does not keep me there. Warm milk can do the trick, but then one runs the risk of having to get up in four hours to pee, and the journey begins again.
Last night was all right, but my under eye circles would still scare small children if I wasn’t taking care to wear Olsen-size sunglasses every time I hit the street. I need solutions, people. Care to share?
Tags: Hello Kitty, home, slow-drip crazy