I can tell you, and I will.

I am suffering from sleep related anxiety.  Let me tell you all how it started.  About a month ago, I had been having a normal day, nothing out of the blue that would cause any extra or harsh stress on my mind.  As the day came to a close, and day became night, and nighttime gave way to bed time, I went to bed.  As things would have it, I laid there awake.  Until about 5 or 6 in the morning.  Man, did that really suck ass.  Luckily, I feel asleep until about 10 in the morning or so, as I didn’t have to worry about getting up for work or anything like that.

After I got up that morning, I was naturally tired from the previous night of no sleep.  Throughout the day, I had the simple passing thought of, “Last night sucked, so I can’t wait to get to bed tonight and things should get to normal in the sleep department.”  As bedtime reared it’s head that night, I laid in bed and awaited to go to sleep.  That didn’t even come again until about 5 am as well.

From that point on, each day I now suffer from moderate to bad bouts of anxiety that stem from the fear that I won’t be able to sleep that night.  And it really is bad.  It’s ruining my quality of life throughout the day and I am not liking it in the least.  I feel that pressure of anxiety in my chest and in the pit of my stomach throughout the day in the fear and anticipation that I may have a bad night that night.

Now, I’m not saying that EVERY night is bad, as I can get to sleep at a decent time after I lay down to sleep, but there are those nights where I lay there and just fight the sleep.  I’ve even contacted my physician about the situation and I’ve been given advice about how I can handle the situation at night if I can’t fall asleep.  Of course, it doesn’t work all the time.  I’m using herbal sleep aids to assist my body and mind in the attempt at relaxing and drifting off to sleep.  Sure, I could take real medication to take down my anxiety levels or to knock me out every night, but as you can imagine, I don’t want to become addicted to them, as that would lead to a whole new set of problems that I don’t care to have.

I know people would say to just don’t think about sleeping and you’ll fall asleep or “just don’t worry about it” but I can’t just turn it off like a light switch.  I will be the first to admit that this whole situation is all in my head.  I totally own that.  I would love to not have to worry about this.

I know I’m now sounding a little on the bitchy side, and I know I do.  I feel I want to complain about it because after a month of pretty crappy sleeping habits, you’d complain to.  There are way too many people out suffering from insomnia and I’m not saying that I’m any worse than they are, but I will admit that this situation isn’t any fun at all.

I felt that by keeping a blog of my situation, maybe I can get this crap off my chest.  Who knows, some kind folks out in internet land might actually be sympathetic to my problem and lend some advice and/or a similar story and start a conversation about our sleeping problems.

Anyway, here’s to some better nights in the future for me!  That’s what I would like for Christmas!  Not my too front teeth, but some good nightly sleep that I can get back into.

As of this blog post, it could still be awhile before anything with the site really happens in terms of when I’ll get around to being able to get it going and set up to do things.  I would love to be able to get the site up to a point where it would work more on a submission format where you all could sign up and post your own horror stories online and share it with the horror community.  But as of the moment, I’m trying to get some help in getting the site up and going.  I’m not sure when it’ll happen, but I hope it’ll be soon.

Thanks for any support you all would give!

The idea has always been interesting to me.  Earlier today, I was thinking about something.  Now, first of all, I believe in an afterlife.  To be more specific, a heaven and a hell.  Now, know this, the bible tells us that when you die, you will go to either place.  No ifs ands or buts about it. There’s no in between.

But, the only thing is, there are people who are psychic and say they can speak to spirits who have passed.  But see, this is where things go horribly askew.

Before I go any farther, let’s look at this situation.  You have two possibilities and one constant.  The one constant is that assumption that when people die, your spirit raises from your now dead carcas and does what ever it does.  The two possibilities are that 1) You go to heaven or hell and 2) You float around in another dimension doing your ghostly thing.

This is the conflict.  If you go to Heaven or Hell, how can anybody speak to these dead people?  Once these people have passed and have gone to either destination, they’re gone for good.  They can’t come back from either place to communicate with you, which means that when a psychic talks to a being from the “other side”, it’s not your friend or family memeber at all.  That alone is a creepy thought.  In that case, WHO are you talking to?  Or WHAT?

But if the individual has passed, and they can communicate with you via some psychic medium, that means that the individual has NOT gone to either place.  What does that mean?

Daquine

And on top of that, I have to go in a couple of weeks for gallbladder surgery, due to the fact I have gallbladder “sludge”.  It’s not actual gallstones, but just a mushy crap in my gallbladder.  Instead of release about two thirds of the bile it should when it does it’s thing, my gallbladder is only releasing about 18% of the bile.  That can’t be all that good.

So, lucky ol’ me, I get the pleasure of getting sliced and diced, all in the name of science.  They will justly rip out an organ that I’ve loved since I was a young tot, and take it away without so much as a backwards glance at my attachment that I have to my gallbladder.

But that is my destiny, my fate.  I will do what I must to survive, and then pay the atrocious medical bills.  That’s the best part.  It’s the payment that totally blows donkey balls

But I should get going now, for it is 1:30 in the morning, and I am tired.  I will see you all later in my next post!  Maybe I might just tell you how it went, if you’re all so lucky!

Later!

Daquine

1. Jam tiny marshmallows up your nose and try to sneeze them out.
2. Use your MasterCard to pay your VISA bill.
3. Pop some popcorn without putting the lid on.
4. When somebody says, “Have a nice day!”, tell them you have other plans.
5. During  your next meeting, sneeze and then loudly suck the phlegm back down your throat.
6. Find out what a frog in a blender really looks like.
7. Make a list of things you have already done.
8. Dance naked in front of pets.
9. Put your toddler’s clothes on backwards and send him off to pre-school as if nothing were wrong.
10. Thumb through “National Geographic” and draw underwear on the natives.
11. Go shopping.  Buy everything.  Sweat in them.  Return them the next day.
12. Drive to work in reverse.
13. Read the dictionary backwards and look for subliminal messages.
14. Start a nasty rumor and see if you recognize it when it gets back to you.
15. Bill your doctor for the time you spent in his waiting room.
16. Get a box of condoms.  Wait in line at the check-out counter and ask the cashier where the fitting rooms are.

A Witch’s Brew And Ghoul Stew
My rendition of the old rhyme.

Bubble bubble, toil and trouble.
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Grain of sand and newt’s eyebrow.
Toe of frog and a dead man’s hand.

Ghoul’s eyeball and leg of bat,
Simple rat and an ounce of fat.

Bubble bubble, toil and trouble.
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Werewolve’s heart and tongue of dog.
Scale of snake and spleen of frog.

A centaur’s hoof and Angel’s wing,
An owl’s claw and evil wasp sting.

Bubble bubble, toil and trouble.
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

A griffin’s beak, sea serpent’s eye.
A talon where dragon things lie.

Unicorn’s horn and Cerberus tooth,
A Phoenix feather and a vampire’s youth.

Come now and mix up this brew
But not before stirring it through and through

Now just stick it in the freezer for ten heart beats….
Wow! What delicious and wonderful treats!

Here is a list of why you know you’re a child of the 80′s when…

This list is from the website http://www.80smusiclyrics.com/humor.shtml

Daquine

Anyway, here we are, the list of what could kill you if you were to say these things to your pregnant wife..

“Not to imply anything, but I don’t think the kid weighs forty pounds.”

“Y’know, looking at her, you’d never know that Pamela Lee had a baby.”

“I sure hope your thighs aren’t gonna stay that flabby forever!”

“Well, couldn’t they induce labor?  The 25th is the Super Bowl.”

“Damn if you ain’t about five pounds away from a surprise visit from that Richard Simmons fella!”

“Fred at the office passed a stone the size of a pea.  Boy that’s gotta hurt!”

“Whoa!  For a minute there, I thought I woke up next to Willard Scott!”

“I’m jealous!  Why can’t men experience the joy of childbirth?”

“Are your ankles supposed to look like that?”

“Get your *own* ice cream, Buddha!”

“Geez, you’re awfully puffy looking today!”

“Got milk?”

“Maybe we should name the baby after my secretary, Tawney.”

“Man!  That rose tatoo on your hip is the size of Madagascar!”

“Retaining water?  Yeah, like the Hoover Dam retains water.”

1. Stick your palm open under the stall wall and ask your neighbour, “May I borrow a highlighter?”

2. Say “Uh oh, I knew I shouldn’t put my lips on that.”

3. Cheer and clap loudly every time somebody breaks the silence with a bodily function noise

4. Say, “Hmmm, I’ve never seen that color before.”

5. Drop a marble and say, “Oh shoot! My glass eye!”

6. Say “Darn, this water is cold.”

7. Grunt and strain real loud for 30 seconds and then drop a cantaloupe into the toilet bowl from a high place and sigh relaxingly.

8. Say, “Now how did that get there?”

9. Say, “Humus. Reminds me of humus.”

10. Fill up a large flask with apple juice. Squirt it erratically under the stall walls of your neighbours while yelling, “Whoa! Easy boy!!”

11. Say, “Interesting….more sinkers than floaters”

12. Using a small squeeze tube, spread peanut butter on a wad of toilet paper and drop under the stall wall of your neighbor.  Then say, “Whoops, could you kick that back over here, please?

13. Say, “C’mon Mr. Happy! Don’t fall asleep on me!

14. Say, “Boy, that sure looks like a maggot”

15. Say, “Darn, I knew that drain hole was a little too small.  Now what am I gonna do?”

16. Play a well known drum cadence over and oven again on your butt cheeks

17. Before you unroll toilet paper, conspicuously lay down your “Cross-Dressers Anonymous” newsletter on the floor visible to the adjacent stall.

18. Lower a small mirror underneath the stall wall and adjust it
so you can see your neighbor and say, “Oooh, you might want to get a doctor to check that out”

19. Drop a D-cup bra on the floor under the stall wall and sing “Born Free.”

Well, several things have happened today.  I went over to see my friend, who’s been having alot of problems of late.  Problems in life and all that.  These problem I won’t go into, because that wouldn’t be cool to yap about issues like that over a public blog, and besides, there would be too many things to talk about anyhow.

So after hanging out with my friend, I rode my bike up to Game Crazy, which I didn’t find a dang thing that was all that good.  I was looking for BioShock for the PS3, but I couldn’t find it.

So, after about five minutes at that particular store, I rode all the way up to Game Stop, where I relaxed a little while in the air conditioned store.  I was really warm.  The sun isn’t my friend on bike rides.  Anyhow, I looked around the store, and I asked a clerk there if they had BioShock there and how much it was, but they said it looked as if it wasn’t in stock at the moment, and that it would be worth at least $25.  Oye.  I was hoping for at least 15-20 dollars.  After all, I DID get Dead Space for $15.

But after looking around, I went to the Xbox 360 section.  Now, the crazy thing is that I don’t even own a 360.  So why in the hell was I in that section?  I’ll tell you why.  Because I wanted to!!!!  HA!

No, but seriously, I was there because my sister and her husband have a 360.  Yup.  So after looking around, I saw Gears of War.  The game, I noticed, was only 18 bucks.  I went a head and just decided to get it and be done with it.  I could always use the achievments anyway.

Although I did pick up Gears of War, I still would like to get some more PS3 games.  I am more of a trophy whore anyway.  Achievements are great, but Trophies, I like a bit more since I actually own a PS3.

Also, this could be a trial for me, but I think I am going to start up another WordPress blog where I write reviews for games.  I might give my opinions and stuff on here, but I would like to see if I can start doing a more “professional” type review blog.  We’ll see how it goes I guess.  I think Gears of War might be the first title I do, depending on if and when I can beat the game.

Anyway, I’ll chat with you all later!
Daquine