ReBlog: The disadvantage of being sleep deprived and having locks

April 11, 2008 - Friday

So yesterday was a very exhausting day for me. With work consuming most of it, right after work I indulged in a night cap of soul music and performing. Just another day in the life of muah. So needless to say I was tired physically & mentally from my day and just wanted to come home and relax for a bit seeing as though I couldn't really fall into a deep sleep 'cause I had to wake up in 4 hours. Anyhoo, when I got home, I said my prayers & laid down. I remember saying to myself "damn it feels good to lay down".

Before I continue let me say this: Hello my name is Taryn and I absolutely and positively dislike bugs or any creepy crawly thing for that matter. I want to capture them all and just send them off to bug space or something. I just don't like'em dammit. Back to the story.

So anyway as I start to drift off into somewhat of a semi deep sleep, I begin to feel something brush the upper part of my back. Thinking nothing of it, I rolled over and forgot about it. I felt it again, feeling so relaxed to the point where I didn't feel like searching for anything (which means I was really really tired). I felt it again, brushed it off and drifted away into what I like to call a deep sleep for insomniacs or IDS, Insomniac Deep Sleep (when your regular routine is to sleep long enough to catch the beginning credits of a dream then wake the hell up). I continued this for about 3 of the 4 hours I had until it was time to wake. Dozing in and out, never really able to get to that "dream state" (which I had been seeking 'cause there was this dream I had the other night, that I am so desperately interested in concluding). Anyway, after a while the brushing seemed to cease. I drifted away into IDS. The credits begin. After a while I felt an ever so gentle brush across the same spot this time proceeding to jump up, fall off of the sofa, slapping the shit out of my back, doing the "shit something is crawling on me" dance, ended up stepping on one of my nieces skates (you know the hard plastic ones we had when we were little that adjust at the bottom), busting my ass, falling on her Dora the Explorer play pal, which began to sing "Dora, Dora, Dora the Explorer", feeling ever so aggravated at this point--I felt triumphant in the fact that I had grabbed a hold of the culprit, only to find out that it was the cowrie shell of one of my locks that had been the culprit the whole damn time. Needless to say I couldn't help but laugh at myself and look around to make sure no one else had witnessed this display of sleep deprivation intelligence and stayed up since I now only had about 30 minutes before it was time to wake up.

DAMMIT!!!!!!!