Well, its 3:31 AM, and Trent just went to sleep. I am going on my sixth night of not really sleeping. I am battling major insomnia. Don’t get me wrong, I come up with the best ideas when I don’t sleep, and I have been getting some HELLA amount of writing in the last few nights, but DAMN, I feel like I might be about to lose it! I have had a lot on my mind lately, a lot of obsessive thoughts, and I am having a really hard time shutting my brain off. I seriously am about to go the doctor and tell hiM DRUG ME! I probably would have already if I didn’t do such weird shit the last time I was on a sleep aide.
About a year ago I had been on Ambian for only a month, and I got a bill from my PayPal account saying I had purchased a bunch of picture frames. Like, not three or four-but fifteen.
I call PayPal and I am just raising all kinds of crap. I’m screaming and the it’s making me even more angry that the lady I am talking to is so adamant that i have actually purchased these fifteen picture frames. At one point I thought I was going to get a terroristic threat charge against me. Trent comes in the room and says, “Mae, what’s wrong?”
I’m still screaming trying to explain what’s going on. “PayPal charged us for fifteen picture frames! This bitch on the phone isn’t listening to me!”
“….Mae. Hang up the phone.”
“Why? We’re not getting charged for something we didn’t buy!” I screamed.
Trent took the phone from me and hung it up. I started to scream and he put his hand over my mouth.
“Mae, you woke up in the middle of the night about a week ago and you started going through all of our pictures. You started talking about wanting to make a timeline on the wall of our lives together and you wanted to get matching picture frames to do it. You got online, and I was trying to talk you out of it, but your mind was set on those picture frames. You ordered them, and then passed out on the floor in a huge pile of photos. I then got you BACK in bed, and it took me a good hour to get the photos put away.” He finished.
I stood there in shock.
“Wait, why the hell haven’t you said anything to me? That was a week and a half ago.”
“I don’t want you yelling at me! Listen to how you just talked to that poor PayPal lady! I just let you do what you want, you’ll eventually tire yourself out.”
….That is only ONE of my Ambian stories and I probably was on it for only a month. Apparently I was also really bad about getting up and baking cakes….and eating like half the cake. Which, if you knew how much I love cake, it wouldn’t surprise you that much. What was surprising is, I didn’t remember ANY of it! Like, I would have full conversations with people where I told my deepest darkest secrets, and not remember ANY of it!
On second thought, forget the drugs, I think I’m gonna go buy a sleep mask.