A living Zombie

Sleep is overrated.

Here i am again. 2am and wide awake.

I'm an insomniac. And worse, I'm a light sleeper.
It's the biggest double whammy you could ever have.

First, I have a helluva time sleeping at night, and believe me, i tried everything. Looks like only drugs or alcohol can force me to sleep. And since I really DO want to live beyond 30, I cant have those on a regular basis (which raises the question... will i really live beyond 30 if i sleep a mere 2-3 hours each day?)

And Second, once I DO fall asleep, I tend to wake up often. This brings my average daily sleep to 2-4 hours in batches of 30 minutes to 3 hours at a time. Not exactly the healthiest of options...

I hate this wretched body. Why do we need to sleep anyway? Its not like you get more misstakes made when you dont get your rest, right?

Sensual Nirvana

I never doubted that the loss of one of the five senses would heighten the other four. Because when you're lying down, unable to sleep, unable to move, see, taste or smell anything different, guess which one of the senses take over?

On horribly, horribly bad cases of insomnia, my sense of hearing becomes so acute to a point that im even aware of the conversations of the five or six people walking around on the street, the occassional tricycle vrooming past hitting a pothole, and notice even the subtle differences between car and van engines as they go by. Add to that, the light whirring of the airconditioner that isnt even noticable during the daytime suddenly sounds like a freakin chainsaw... (its either that or my imagination just goes into overdrive)

Kinda reminds me of The Vampire Lestat when he buried himself under the earth to get away from it all (evil, murdering, bloodsucking, undead creatures need vacations too you know.) Apparently, this guy's the ultimate insomniac.

Bereft of all senses except hearing, he became so good at it that, he could hear conversations miles away. He learned about the changes the 20th century brought in: the lingo, the music and the news around around the world. Finally, he emerged out of his dreamy state after decades of just lying around and trying to get some sleep.

And what do pasty-faced, sunlight hating undead creatures do when they want to blend in? He became a rockstar.

Sigh. I doubt I'd make it great in music though. Even the stupid videoke machines dont work with me. I'd probably be a William Hung minus the Ricky Martin-wannabe act.

The Diet Coke of Sleeping

Because I probably have achieved sensual nirvana, once i do fall asleep, the slightest change in my environment: an aircon problem, a light turned on, or some idiot getting beaten up by a roving gang across the street is enough to wake me up. Ugh.

When I become uber rich and powerful, I'll get one of those coffinlike things that Matt Murdock slept in in Daredevil. That'll get me the sleep I need.

In the meantime, here i am, a, the newest member of the undead family: A wretched blogger, unawake, unasleep. Continously writing without restriction, perpetually mocking the basic rules of good grammar, violently squeezing out idea after inane idea, and trying desperately to reduce brain activity to Zoolandish levels in the hopes of finally shutting down the insomnia switch.

Wish me luck.