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Too Tired To Wake Up And Wet Myself

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

I am consumed with tired anxiety today. The opening of my show approaches quickly and with each rehearsal comes confidence in my role but also an extremely unnerving increase in the anxious reality that there will be actual people paying actual money to see my actual performance. This anxiety lurks below the surface of my confidence waiting for any split in the seams to rush forth like a deluge.

Each morning after late rehearsal also reminds me, usually by jabbing me in the knees and back, how I'm so not twenty years old any more. The late nights and physical exertion are adding up on my joints. They also wreak havoc on my circadian rhythm.

I find myself lethargic and sleepy even after allowing myself to sleep in a full eight hours simply because my sleep pattern is disrupted. This lethargy seems to magnify the anxiety. The more tired I am on stage during rehearsal, the sharper my feeling of uneasiness.

Is this why the dudes invented Zoloft and Ambien sleep soundly on beds made of hand-shorn, gold-plated sheep?


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Sounds sucky.

I hate Ambian. The ambulatory amnesia side-effect is a BITCH. Especially if you're prone to emailing inappropriately on it. Kicks Drink and Dial's ASS as far as mortification levels are concerned.

I see...

You don't have my email address, do you?

Been there...

...done it. I take Ambien for a sleep disorder. The things I've done that I don't remember are enough to make me want to move far, far away and change my name. Now I don't take it until I'm climbing into bed for the night with no plans to get back up. Then there are the things I've done in bed that I wasn't aware of...makes me blush.

Yup

See? I'm not alone. :S

WHAT???

Dude, Ambien makes you get up and gamble and drive and eat and have sex and you DON'T EVEN KNOW IT, b/c you are like, SLEEPING. Or sleep-gambling, or sleep-driving.

Beer and Valium. Perfect combo.

Hmm...

None of you has said anything to convince me I shouldn't take Ambien. In fact, I wasn't really even considering it until now.

You know...

Suddenly it's making sense why my husband didn't ever object to my behavior on the stuff...

;)

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