Where are my ZZZs

I just want to sleep.

Has anyone seen the Sandman? You know the guy that supposedly brings dreams. He’s been avoiding my house lately. It was cool that first night. I wasn’t even too annoyed with night two. But after three nights of no sleep, I am concerned.


Bed time is now 11 p.m. for me. I get up at 7ish to get to work by 8 a.m. Lately I have gone to bed at 11 p.m., but sleep didn’t come until maybe 6:45 a.m. Before I can really doze, the alarm is blasting at 7 a.m. There are only so many times I can hit the snooze button. The absolute latest I can sleep and still make it to work on time is 7:40. A person can’t survive on 15 solid minutes of sleep time plus about 40 interrupted at five minute intervals.

I’ve been pondering a couple of possible reasons for my sleep deprivation:

God is trying to tell me something. An old gospel sung (as heard on “The Color Purple”) says “Can’t sleep at night. And you wonder why. Maybe God is trying to tell you something.” Apparently I haven’t been in touch with God as much as I should be. In that case, speak Lord. Speak to me. I promise I’m listening. I shall read my Bible and pray is sleep avoids me tonight.

I have a sleeping disorder. What if I legitimately have clinical insomnia? Is there a cure for that? Am I going to just stay awake for a month straight and become a living zombie? These are the things I ponder while lying in the bed at night. I guess I could follow the example of the unnamed protagonist in “Fight Club” and start attending random group support meetings. You know I’ve always wanted to do that anyway.

At least I haven’t felt like I was going to pass out from a lack of sleep. But who knows how long that will last? I just want to get some sleep tonight. So Mr. Sandman if you’re reading this “Please turn on your magic beam. Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream.” I really could use some sleep. Anyone have a cure for sleeping deprivation?