Ever feel like going to bed is the most boring thing you could possibly do?
I completely understand. It's not like this diva is getting any action. My bed is full of great and soft cuddly blankets, flannel sheets, and a stack of pillows.
My decor is nice but when you have to see it 18 hours a day, it reeks hospital room real quick like.
I guess I should vacuum and dust so it doesn't look like lazy denizen. I haven't been feeling well. A few nights I could not breathe in a relaxed manner so I ended up turning my time schedule around. Now going to sleep at 3 and 4am is natural.
I am a night owl, especially when I write. The body however needs to adhere to specific time frames. The liver heals itself at night while you sleep. It can start it's cycle as early at 11pm. Well, I've blown that out of the water of late.
So, I need to get a few hours sleep, wake up at an acceptable time, and make up for the sleeplessness with a few extra naps.
Which brings me back to boredom in bed, is there a cure for the chronic illness blues?
Have a great and wonderful day!