The sleep circus tents opened wide and let me sleep for more than ten hours straight night before last. Blissful as that always is, I seem always to have to pay for it the next night after.
I mean, do they do this to you in order to make you grumpy enough to stay upright, or is it simply to make you eager to check out? No. It’s been my whole life, and I’m now the equivalent of dozens of advanced degrees of expertise.
Honestly, I just want you to reach out to me if you struggle with outright lunatic sleep disordering and think you might snap. I have pointers. I have EXPERIENCE so detailed it will leave you gasping with wonderment — maybe even scare you straight.
If nothing else I can recommend lots of shit on YouBube that will lull you, bore you, or simply drone you to fond slumber. Stuff the so-called sleep professionals do not even know about.
For instance, it could turn out in the end — if nothing else — that these merciless AI stories they’re cranking out hourly will go down in history as first line therapy for this sort of thing.
Also, a fat dose of glycine as you are winding up to get yerseff flat for the night will probably help that actually happen.
I have not even counted up the number of possibly useful aids to sleep that might spare you turning into a drug addict.
It’s not mandatory we resort to lobotomy, no matter how tempting that truly is.
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