(Lack of) Quality Sleep

For the past two evenings I have been going to bed much earlier than I normally do. I feel I have been behind in my sleep and I have decided that I needed to do something about it. So for the past two evenings I have forced myself into my bed, with the sun in the early stages of it setting, and have tried to go to bed early. Well, I know I have needed it since I have been falling asleep with great ease. I quickly fall asleep and often have numerous, rapid dreams. However, like so many things in my life, there is a catch. Since I commonly go to bed at an hour that leaves me with less the recommended hours needed for a proper night sleep, the past two evenings I have awoken in the middle of the night, wide awake. Here, in no particular order, is what has crossed my mind in the past two hours:

No matter how awake I am, thirsty I am or in need of a bathroom I absolutely hate getting up in the middle of the night. I rather deal with a slight uncomfortable feeling and try to go back to sleep than get up in the middle of the night.

I desperately need several new pairs of pants. Whether they are ripped, too big, not professional enough, the need for new pants has become somewhat of a priority.

Financially, I feel that I am drowning.

It may be time to put my air conditioner in my window but I fear a massive electrical bill.

As a child, for several years we only had one air conditioner and it was in my parents bedroom. On very warm days my brothers and I would sleep on the floor of their room.

I hate my kitchen and I want to paint it but I fear commitment when it comes to home improvements.

I taught several children, ranging in age from seven to twelve, how to play Bocce. It was a nice feeling that they were taught a new game they had no idea about before meeting me and, in the end, they loved it. I think.

There was an English Bulldog I met named Red who was a Slober Machine. I wish I had a dog.

I feel I do not work hard enough.

Why are pants consider a pair of pants? Shirts have a pair of sleeves. I won't go into this but this one kept making laps in the old brain pool.

Slumdog Millionaire was very good. I finally got around to seeing it this evening but I feel people loved it more than they really did for reasons I do not know but I believe it had to do with the fact its about poor children and it shows you care when you care about poor children.

I am going to cancel all, or at least some of the my 'Triple Play' from Cablevision and I cannot decide which ones will go.

I work hourly and when I have to miss work for something that is not my decision it makes me upset especially when I am in a mood that I want to work as much as possible because I need the money.

I need to stop doing things that I know, in the end, I do not like to do but I do them anyway.

Libraries are wonderful institutions and I need to begin frequenting them again.

It would be nice to be able to go on a long vacation with someone who liked me.

I went over my alloted minutes on my cellphone and I was shocked to learn that since everyone and their mother prefers texts. I need to be more short on the telephone. join the masses and send more text messages.

Why is it that when you are wide awake in the middle of the night you never really think about the good things. I feel this has to do with frustration with not being able to sleep and that frustration stems other frustrating thoughts.