OMFG, what a WEIRD night. So, I'm trying to normalize my sleep patterns, per my post yesterday, right? Popped my Celexa when I woke up yesterday *2nd day back on* and putter about my day. Around midnight, I head into my AC'd bedroom with a notebook and The Odyssey, trying to start working on lesson plans. About 1:30, I popped 10 mg of Ambien, started reading another fiction book. About 15 minutes after I did, realized I was starved, as I had only had a bowl of Special K and some Ramen today. I bake one of those little Jeno's pizzas, eat it while watching a Buffy ep, and go to bed.

Nothing. I lay there for about 45 minutes, decide to take another 5 mg of Ambien. LAy there for 45 minutes. Get up determined to do something boring. Wash a few dishes, then get online and work on creating background info docs on Homer, et. al. It's about 5:30, sun is rising, and my normalizing attempt is fucked, but I go in, lay down, realize I am not tired AT ALL, rather I am REVVED, and I get up, throw on some exercise clothes and take a walk.

Mind you, I haven't taken an exercisey walk in about two years. I walk for about 30 minutes, take a shower, and HERE I FUCKING AM, NOT TIRED.

Did my pharm mix up my Ambien with frickin' COKE? (If so, I got quite a deal, but still!) WTF?! I'm trying to be all responsible here.

So now what do I do? Try to stay awake all day, go to sleep at a normal hour? (MInd you, at 2 pm, it'll be 24 hours I've been up.)

I dunno.

I'd try and stay up until a fairly reasonable hour - say six pm? That way you might be able to sleep through to a morningish time. That's assuming of course that you'll be able to sleep. If you're tried during the day and crash, you'll have undone all your good work. Of course, the brain, she sometimes does not care about such things.

Erin, I agree with Jars. I'd try to stay up till eveningish. I'm sorry you're having so much trouble!

Ugh, up 28 hours. Jeez. What the HELL did my body DO to those 15 mgs of Ambien? Throw it out my ear canal? Use it to throw a paramecium party? The stuff is insomnia GOLD. I can't figure what happened.

Ugh, up 28 hours. Jeez. What the HELL did my body DO to those 15 mgs of Ambien? Throw it out my ear canal? Use it to throw a paramecium party? The stuff is insomnia GOLD. I can't figure what happened.

Clearly your immune system has identified the Ambien as an invader, and is flooding your body with antisleepies.

Yeah, I'd say treat it like jetlag and try to stay up until the evening.

My math quibble was that Charlie seems to be able to just pull out stuff from practically every field of math -- most mathematicians will have a basic knowledge of a few fields, but will only have that level of familiarity with the particular field they specialize in.

Fair enough - but in their favour they have tried to make the point that he is a freakish prodigy brainiac, rather than a normal mathematician - graduating from High School when he was 13 and all that. Alan says, iirc, that he could multiply 4-digit numbers in his head when he was 4 years old - they don't make a massive deal of this, but it does crop up from time to time. (If anything, I think I actually find him a little too good with people, and too quick with an accessible math metaphor to explain the high concepts to the mathematically challenged - it would be more plausible for him to be very socially inept, really, if he's this uber genius child prodigy person. But that's what they tried in the original unaired pilot, and, frankly, I prefer the more shaggable version of the character. Because I am shallow, and I prefer Krumholtz's pocket-sized puppy-eyed tousled-Xander look to the more uptight Rainman-ish incarnation.)

It is NOT allowed to do that! Ambien is the only thing I have found that allows me consistent sleep without a gronky hangover the next day.

As a teacher with chronic insomnia, I NEED it to work!

Oh, well. Right now, I am looking at teacher-shoes for the fall.

As a teacher with chronic insomnia, I NEED it to work!

I totally get this. If you continue to have trouble, I'd really talk to your doctor.

Oh, well. Right now, I am looking at teacher-shoes for the fall.

Now that sounds fun!

ION, for the last two days, I've been singing, "I Feel Pretty" from West Side Story. Only, I've been changing "pretty" to "stupid" and going from there. This morning I realized I no longer remembered the original words. I had to ask Emily (who now has it stuck in her head...poor thing!).

So, now I'm trying to replace them with the original. 'Cause really, going around singing, "I feel stupid, oh so stupid..." really not the most helpful thing, I'm thinking.

It's not gonna appear on a Top 10 List of Esteem Boosters anytime soon, vw.