Random Thoughts From A Plane

(10/11/09)

Insomnia is new to me.  This is only day 3, but it sure seems like an eternity.  Two nights ago there were snippets of sleep that were occupied with those strange ongoing dreams that both haunt and ravage shallow sleep.  Maybe these dreams are more suitable for deep sleep, but carry too much caliber and force for the shallow slumber.  Strange things happened, but I couldn’t explain them.  I wonder how the human mind (namely mine) is able to conjure up such intricate plots of unimaginable weirdness.  My wife tells me that she understands.  She credits my capacity for the bizarre much greater than I do. 

Last night I worked till 2am.  I was excited to go to bed.  When I got there I instantly became uncomfortably hot and stayed awake past 4am. 

The alarm went off at 7am.  Sure, I had no problem sleeping then.

Today began at 7am EST and probably won’t end till close to midnight PST.  I’ve always been able to sleep on a plane.  I even read 80 pages of a semi-interesting, yet moderately boring book about a pastor named Ed who accounted his attempt to live one year like Jesus.  For some reason, he felt like it was important to pray the Rosary.  That confused me.  Jesus didn’t pray the Rosary.  As I was reading the book about Ed the pastor I was listening to a book by Stuart Copeland, my musical hero since I was ten.  I was a drummer.  I needed a hero.  All my other teenage friends were into sports and had appropriately matched heroes to their favored sports.  I didn’t like sports.  I still don’t like sports.  I do, however, still like the drums.

When you read a book and listen to a book at the same time, strange things begin to happen.  I would suddenly be shocked when Ed the Pastor would blurt out expletives, or when Stuart Copeland the drum god would be observing a Sabbath. 

I’m still not sleeping.

I’ll be honest.  I know why I’m not sleeping.  I don’t want to admit it, but I know.  I’m pretty sure I have a mild addiction.

For 3 days, I have not taken my migraine meds.  They make me tired.  they dry out every drop of moisture from  my head.  They make me fatter than my regular level of fat.  They do however, keep most of the migraines at bay.

There has been a lot of migraine activity today.  I’ll be taking the fat sleepy pills the moment I reach Sand Diego.  Later tonight, in Mexico, I’ll sleep.  How do I know? 

I’m addicted.

Writing this random information isn’t even making me sleepy.  Listening to a random mix of 5 different Coldplay albums (which is pretty boring, but good), isn’t making me tired.

Maybe I’ve discovered my super power.