To Sleep, Perchance To Dream

I don't sleep well. It takes me hours to fall asleep and I wake up at the drop of a hat. I've been like that since I was little.

I remember being awake in the middle of the night, making up stories to entertain myself until I fell asleep again.

Over the years I've tried all the typical ways to aide sleep, sticking to pattern, cutting out caffeine, you name it I've tried it.

Working overnight shifts on the morning show for a year and a half did not help at all, but then I had some lovely pills prescribed by my doctor to help me sleep during the day.

Now, I'm less likely to take a sleeping pill, and more likely to end up wide awake in the middle of the night watching Unsolved Mysteries on SpikeTV. I flippin' love that show.

I can say that besides my shrinking fat ass, I'm seeing another positive side effect of working out regularly... I'm sleeping better.

Better is of course a relative term. For me I'm getting an average of 3 nights of decent sleep. The other nights I'm up, usually playing Word Warp on my phone while Bella looks on angrily.

No one will be happier when I get my sleep pattern regulated than my angry, spoiled bull dog.