Sleep Is Underrated. UNDERRATED!

It never ceases to amaze me how often I forget things about myself. For example, the fact that I am an extremely light sleeper escapes my memory at the most inconvenient times. Like when I’m packing for an overnight trip somewhere that doesn’t include my sound-proofed bedroom as my sleeping quarters. Friday night was no exception.

I should have spare ear plugs spread generously among the many different bags I use for travel, but as stated previously, I’m an ass.

My parents are visiting from God’s Waiting Room, so Friday we drove upstate to visit and stay with my aunt. She lives in the middle of nowhere with lots of trees and no street traffic, so it’s not all that amazing that it didn’t occur to me to bring ear plugs.

What should have occurred to me was that I might be sleeping in a room with other people in it, people who sleep noisily. Needless to say, if I had brought cymbals I could have completed the all night symphony playing from my parents’ nasal passages. I may have had a combined total of 12 minutes sleep.

Then last night in my own apartment, I was forced to share the 5 and a 1/2 foot couch with a 110 pound dog while my parents slept noisily in my soundproofed bedroom.

I am not quite sure what day it is, where I am or if I am indeed awake at all. I do however, have these nice fluffy bags under my eyes which I may rest on whenever I’m feeling faint.