12 days

This is one of those blogs where I have not been sleeping well and life is kind of dull except for that one thing that makes it stressful. It was the weirdest thing last night. I went to bed at about 11:30pm or so. I was awake at 12, 12:37, 1:00, 1:38, 2:07 and the minutes in between. At least that is the way it seemed to be. I felt like I was awake for every minute except for the fact that they went by too quickly. I don't know how that works but it is irritating every time it happens to me. It's like when you are waiting for class to end on the Friday afternoon of a four day weekend and you are distracted enough that time seems to move fast but you are very aware of time passing. Of course, this probably means that the minutes in between the times mentioned, I was somewhere in the realms of sleep. That really all depends on how you define sleep. My definition includes something along the lines of not being aware of the passing of time and/or deeply unconscious or unresponsive. Good sleep means that you pass out soon after your head hits the pillow, you have some kind of dream and you wake up, usually wishing you knew why you dreamed about hamsters in a cup or why the word "coisa" was used frequently.

P.S. You know I love that Paul Winchell guy. I didn't realize how funny I thought Tigger was until I took the "Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh," and other Pooh movies, babysitting with me. I always did like Tigger best. I don't really know why. Maybe it's because he bounces people. Maybe it's because the excuse he used to get out of listening to Piglet's poohetry was that he needed "to put my socks in order, alphabetical order." Or when he got stuck in a tree that he got "seasick from seeing too much." Plus there is TTFN and the song he sings. Also, he spells his name cool. T-I-double ga-er. Tigger is basically amazing.