guilty as charged.
i think sleeping is so boring.
i do — i mean, it’s just not that thrilling to me.
maybe if i remembered my dreams i could write them down in a dream journal or something — that might be cool, but to me, the best thing about sleeping is waking up & having my lunchtime coffee.
yeah, i know — sleep deprivation is supposed to be bad for you. that know-it-all ariana huffington of the huff post — it’s her new thing she’s touting. wrote a book about how it was causing serious problems in her life. i saw her talking about it on marietv, btw – look it up on youtube… it’s my idol marie forleo’s show, & don’t think it’s all stuffy just because she had ariana on. besides, i’d never watch a show like that.
sorry — i just had to get off on that for a second.
okay, back to ariana. am i spelling that right?
in case not, let’s call her AH. okay – seems AH was taking her daughter to look @ colleges – excuse me, institutions of higher learning …. places in paris, rome, barcelona & bejing, no doubt. anyway, her daughter goes, listen mom — i absolutely insist you leave your blackberry in the hotel room & only check it @ night — which i’m sure to AH was right up there with cutting off her left boob, or something.
so, in the middle of the night, AH wakes up face-down on her keyboard with a huge, bleeding gash on her forehead. it was her wake up call.
did you like that one? i couldn’t resist.
hearing this, i told myself, all right, all right… i get the picture. but were there any changes on my part?
hell to the no.
then my mom called last week. you know, martha, she said, we’re both vain & care about how we look.
& not getting enough sleep is going to age you.
so, what are you trying to say, mom, i said, that i looked like i was 90 when you saw me a couple of weeks ago?
well, i didn’t say that, dear, but not getting enough sleep causes bags under your eyes & it won’t be long until they begin to sag.
i stared at my reflection in my computer screen, as i’ve been known to do on occasion. my mirror is in my bathroom, but that would take actually getting up from my computer.
&, you know, dear, she couldn’t help saying, that means your cheeks, too.
why do i even answer my phone sometimes?
i went to dinner with a couple of close friends on friday — the kind that you dispense with the pleasantries like, how’s your dog & get straight to the nitty-gritty. when i told them the situation, you know what one of them said?
martha, if that’s the time you’re most productive, just do it & stop beating yourself up.
exactly why i love this friend.
but my mom’s declaration that i’ll soon be looking like an old hag was still looping in my brain. not only that, but although my friend is a night owl, too, she’s also 20 years younger than i am.
so here’s what I’m going to try tonight. or rather, tomorrow morning: the mere thought of it gives me the riggers, but 1:00 am will be beddy-bye time.
i’ll let you know how it goes.