True story: My mother thought my dad was a bit of a child and not very responsible. So, she never let me out of the house with him. One day, dad wants to go to Sears or some department store, and tells mom he won't be long and can't possibly lose me. She let him take me, and about 30 minutes in I tell him I'm tired and need to go home and take a nap. He kept dithering and when he looked around I was gone. He spent the next several hours with mall security and the store clerks looking for me because he couldn't go home and tell mom he'd lost me. Turned out, I meant the thing about the nap and crawled into a bathroom display cabinet and was sleeping like the baby I was. My parents never left me anywhere after that.

Went to my new HMO doc today, who is in practice with his dad (the nurse told me he was a really good doctor, but she'd worked for his father for 20 years and it's really odd being impressed by someone she remembers as a 12-year-old). Nice, smart guy and I am happy to report that he said using Ambien 3 or 4 nights a week was fine. I asked him about it by saying "I really LOVE this drug, and come from a family of recovered alcoholics. Should that worry me?" He said the problem with Ambien is not addiction so much as dependence--that if you use it every night, it stops working and you need more and more. If you take breaks every other night, a dependence doesn't build up. So that's a weight lifted.

I've heard that the getting to sleep drugs are not nearly as much of a problem as the getting (and staying) awake drugs- as far as addiction.

My mom never threatened; she promised. If we acted up, she delivered us to the car, and home.

Mine, too, Daniel. I remember fully loaded carts standing lonely and deserted in the grocery store while my mom dragged the offending child off with the other children quietly following.

t wanders into thread

t juggles grapefruit

t wanders back out

<applauds the citrus juggling>

I'm appreciated! And they said I'd never make my mark in the performance arts. You should see when I set the citrus on fire first.

Hiya, aurelia! How are you tonight?

You are always appreciated, Kristin. Oooh, I'll bet the flaming citrus is pretty... and fragrant too.

I'm good. My current gig, which should be at least a little stressful, has turned out to be pretty easy. I'm hoping it doesn't become too boring before it ends.

Excellent. I'm having a little late night insomnia as a side with my main course of sleep. I thought I'd wander in here a bit and see who else was up and about.

Next time, try the salad instead.

I'm trying to decide between bed and making some LJ replies. Bed might win.