Sleep

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My name is Juicebox and my fellow blogger is Teacup. You figure out who's who. We are hiding from certain people. Don't ask, we're weird like that.

Oh, and please do refrain from referring to us as _____ and _____. You know, who you think we really are. Your unfortunate jokes may lead to our untimely death. And you don't want that, do you? Of course not.

And no, your eyes are not deceiving you, this place has undergone a HUGE revamp. So please, make yourself at home.

Anyways, I'll start off by congratulating you. Yes, congrats honey, you survived the night! I bet you were scared out of your wits last night, weren’t you? Of course! And you’re very grateful and relieved to be alive and on earmuffed.com this very minutes, are you not? Of course you are!

Talking about sleeping, I realise people can’t fall asleep either because of disruptions coming from outside, or because they’re worrying about things inside.

On days where my neighbour’s rooster is behaving like a proper rooster and not crowing like a mad cow in the middle of the night, I find it hard to fall asleep because I find myself thinking of the most random topics imaginable.

I mean, if I was worrying about more serious things like say, homework maybe? Then that would be pretty normal right? But no, I find myself rolling around in bed thinking about things like ‘Why can’t humans fly?’ and last night, when I was staring outside the door, I thought to myself, ‘why is the door called ‘door’?’

Yes, random. And these things don’t even bother me normally in the day. I mean, why do I care why the door is called 'door'?!

And it isn’t even that I’m not sleepy either. I stay on the computer chatting away for so long (yeh, another bad habit of mine) that if I got off any later, I would wake up the next morning with keyboard marks on my forehead.

I don’t know, maybe the whole process I take to get off the computer and drag myself to the bathroom to brush my teeth wakens me up so much that by the time I’m actually in bed, I’m so wide awake; it’s impossible to go back to being sleepy, like I was only a few minutes ago.

And so, this is why I have not mastered the skill of being able to get out of bed when my alarm tells me to, and until I know how to fly, or figure out why the door is called ‘door’, it doesn’t look like I’d be mastering the skill of falling asleep anytime soon either.

Someone help me, I’m going mental!