I think the neighbours must've been playing music last night, because it turned up in my dreams, and when I mentioned it to A, he said he'd been dreaming of music, too. I don't mind; it turned what was probably going to be a fairly average dream into a full-scale musical - and, being a musical, it had a happy ending, which is not the direction that dream was initially heading. I was a detective, looking for some woman who had been, we thought, murdered by her psychopath boyfriend. I was working undercover at a hotel where she'd been staying. The desk clerk had only spoken to this woman once, but there had been sparks between them, and he was very sad that she was probably dead. He started this song and dance number about how he'd have taken care of her, and never harmed her, and loved her, etc etc. We decided the case was closed, and I went out with my detective colleagues for a celebratory meal. But then I caught sight of the woman, who wasn't dead after all, and I successfully closed the case, and the desk clerk asked her out, and she said okay, and it all ended on a big musical number with them dancing.
...Also, alcohol gives me weird dreams. Sheesh. Drinking on a Monday night - baaaaad, I know, but I need something to help me cope with my first day back at work, and the day it finally decides to snow. My first reaction was, "Oh, bloody typical!" (Well, actually, my first reaction was, "Eeee, snow!" *rushes to window*. But my second reaction was dismay at the thought of my journey to work.)
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I've written an AMTDI ficlet, and you can't see it until the
dayofindulgence. But I've written something, woohoo! I might expand it, given that I've got, like, a month before I can post it. *writeswriteswrites* I swear it's just because I cut my nails, too.
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I need to delete some of my icons so I can add some more. *sadface*
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ETA: Oh, wow. Thanks to a recent post by
surreallis, I've come to a realisation: Office Dude is a random Sims character! He just wanders in, looking like he's been dressed by aliens, starts random conversations with people who don't know him and don't know what he's talking about, hangs around for too long, and then wanders off to do something else! IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE!
(Does this mean I'm a Sims character, too? That might also explain a few things.)
...Also, alcohol gives me weird dreams. Sheesh. Drinking on a Monday night - baaaaad, I know, but I need something to help me cope with my first day back at work, and the day it finally decides to snow. My first reaction was, "Oh, bloody typical!" (Well, actually, my first reaction was, "Eeee, snow!" *rushes to window*. But my second reaction was dismay at the thought of my journey to work.)
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I've written an AMTDI ficlet, and you can't see it until the
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I need to delete some of my icons so I can add some more. *sadface*
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ETA: Oh, wow. Thanks to a recent post by
(Does this mean I'm a Sims character, too? That might also explain a few things.)

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I can see how you wouldn't miss falling asleep at stop signs. Yikes.
I used to spend at least 24 hours every weekend sleeping. That's because I was never getting the actual sleep I needed, just hanging out in REM from the moment I closed my eyes until I staggered upright to eat or hit the bathroom.
With the CPAP, I sleep 7 or 8 hours at a stretch and am fine.
You might just want to look into this, since if you're suffering from apnea, it's a *really* good way to stroke out in your sleep and or damage your heart. If you've got decent insurance, it should cover a sleep study.
I like the idea of people studying my sleep, though. :) Well, when I next sign up to a doctor (I moved recently-ish, and haven't got around to it yet), I'll mention it. I haz National Health Service, hoorah.
They showed me the printouts of my study and during the first two hours, I didn't hit delta sleep at all and wavered between waking and REM. I stopped breathing something like 100 times every two minutes. Once they put me on the CPAP, I hit delta sleep immediately and never left it. :-) Man, I had NO idea what a good night's sleep felt like until then. It's been several years and I'm still not really used to feeling rested. I'd been sleep deprived for decades.
YOWCH. That's... not good.
A small percentage of suffers have central sleep apnea which is, I believe, a neurological problem and I think it's far harder to treat.
And while there are those who find losing weight solves their problem, when I look back, I was suffering when I weighed 130 pounds (my 'optimum' weight, according to the charts). It just got worse as I got heavier.