I had insomnia the past two nights, so I decided to stock up on OTC sleeping pills and melatonin and just drug myself into a stupor. I’ve been through this before: Once you get on a wakeful tear, you have to break the cycle any way you can.
So last night, I slept like a baby, but I had the weirdest dreams. I only remember one of them. I had decided to move back to Boston, right away. Even my mother was surprised and upset. Everyone kept saying, “But you were so happy in New York!” And I said, “Well, yeah, but if I move in with my Mom, I won’t have to cook anymore.”
I’m not sure what this means. Except that I’m lazy and that medication has a funny effect on my little brain.