A list of the thoughts and scenes that entered my head while attempting to fall asleep last night:
- What kind of cake to make for my mom's birthday: angelfood cake with lemon glazing, chocolate fudge cake, box-made kind with the different colored dots inside, or lemon-raspberry whitecake? But the most important question of all: on which cake would sugared flowers look best?
- I should really go to a cake-decorating class. I should learn how to make frosting roses.
- Maybe I should give up on the current design I have in my head for the redesign of the blog. Maybe I'll just go around town and take some photos with Ben's camera and pick the best from those. Maybe I should be expanding my design and going with something new and different, yet totally functional.
- I have chicken in the freezer. But the cake will be dairy. I can make lasagna for the dinner. With a caesar salad. And some lovely rolls. That sounds good. Should I purchase flowers for the table?
- Remember that time I kept a notebook by the bed for such times as these? And it was supposed to help me get empty my brain, opening up the soft spongy interior for unwakefulness? Yeah, that so didn't work.
- But if mom's birthday is the day before I'm hosting bookclub, do I really want to have to do all those dishes? Do you think I could get away with serving her on paper plates? Would she notice the difference?
- I am so paranoid about bedbugs now. Thanks, Dateline.
A word about insomnia:
I have been experiencing some form of insomnia since I was a wee lass attempting to fall asleep on the top-bunk of my wee little bed. I don't really have the same kind of insomnia that most people have; once I've fallen asleep, I'm asleep for good. It just takes me an average of 40 minutes to actually get to the sleeping stage. Last night, however, made the average jump at least a couple of minutes when I lay on my bed for a good 2 hours before falling asleep. 2 hours. It's not like I couldn't find a good position to fit into - I'm relatively easy-to-please when it comes to sleeping positions. My brain just wouldn't slow down.
Eventually, I had Ben bring me a glass of water so I could take some Excedrin PM. These usually help me fall asleep while on planes and the like, but they didn't help at all last night. I did experience the lightheaded stage I normally have to achieve before sleeping, but I just enjoyed that stage for at least another 30 minutes before falling asleep. When that stage has finally conquored my brain, I think about laying on a white wrought-iron bed while floating through space. True story. I don't know from where that image came, but it's been with me since I was about 6. The image calms me and usually lures me right into dreaming.
Maybe I should see a doctor about this.
chocolate cake! better for decorating! fact!
on insomnia, it sounds like maybe you don't wind down before you go to bed? just wondering. MH and i usually try to slump in front of the sofa for a bit before going to bed...
Posted by: marshmallow at March 21, 2006 8:46 PM