Insomina and the cell phone

I have horrible sleep patterns, like I walk the line between insomnia and insanity. And, I have a dreaded and often avoided 8 o’clock class. Which equals me having to trade my usual 3 or 4:30 bed time to something more along the lines of midnightish. Sounds easy enough, right? NOT EVEN. First, I have to fight with my need to procrastinate the necessary. Then, comes the restless tossing and turning. the feelings of hot and cold and thirsty and hunger and dotting my I’s and crossing the T’s. Anything to avoid sleep. I don’t know why I run from it. Sleep is good for the growing body. At least that’s what I hear. Then by some act of God, I actually get in bed and find myself in a state of rest and time is creeping to 2 a.m. That’s when the real bullshit starts. My death black and silent cubical of a room is filled with the raspy chanting of Mos Def and the Definition chorus. (oh, if I never hear that song again.) And if 24-hour quite didn’t stop me from screaming at the top of your lungs. I would curse who is on the other end of the line for-filth. The noise mixed the blaring white back light of the phone compels me to look. Even though common sense would tell me just to reach over and silence the damn thing. Or better yet, common sense would tell me to turn the fucker on silent before laying down to add to the million distractions I have already . But I do neither, and reach over to hear the voice on the other end. It usually starts with my voice sounding groggy and filled with peaceful sleep, which is really my deep seeded hate and irritation for the person on the other end. Then no matter who it is ask the same dumb ass question “Where you sleep?”. What the fuck??? No, but I was trying to, and now will not get to sleep for the next hour or three, because you want to talk my fucking ear off. Then I have to rediscover that point of rest that it took me so long to find in the first place. It’s really sad. Really Really Really sad. I know. But there is something worse than a 2 a.m. phone call when you have to get up at 7. Oh much worse. A FUCKING TEXT MESSAGE. Oh, those shits get on my nerves. Not only did I have to change my plan to supplement all the bullshit that I get, but they are an unnecessary distraction. Especially, when I need to be sleep. Like who really wants to read a long ass txt message in the middle of the night. The next person that decides to send me a chain letter at 3 a.m., should shoot themselves in the foot seriously. All this is just to say if you really love or even pretend to like me please don’t call me after 11:30. It would help tons. So even if I toss and turn and turn then toss. It will be of my own doing and not because I believe that If I turn my phone off I’ll miss doing something extremely important. The End