Listen to him on the rerun This American Life from last week. But don't listen to the part about bugs, or you'll never sleep again.

I heard bits of that but not his segment. I'll maybe have to check it out? Now I'm afraid it will too creepy for me!

I'm a little afraid I'll try to punch through the window next to my bed sometime. I've hit the windowsill but that's it so far.

Speaking of bedbugs, though, my friend's dad wrote a hilarious entry in her sister's blog this week about bedbugs and what wusses modern folks are having to deal with them:

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I don't have much trouble getting to sleep, but since the advent of parenthood I tend to have a fairly light sleep and am easily roused.

The idea of going to sleep and sleeping a solid eight hours (which used to be my norm) is completely ungraspable to me now.

For those of you who have trouble going to sleep, I'm curious if you consciously try to redirect your thoughts from verbal to visual? In my experience, wordy thoughts make my brain spin and miss sleep, but images make me drift off.

if you consciously try to redirect your thoughts from verbal to visual?

That implies they start out verbal, which mine don't.

I have to focus the words, so I sing boring songs to myself. Sometimes I hum out loud, which also helps regulate my breathing.

For those of you who have trouble going to sleep, I'm curious if you consciously try to redirect your thoughts from verbal to visual?

Doesn't make a damn difference.

I should go do dishes or grading. But I really want to take a flexeril and lie down on the couch and watch Glee.

DH has no trouble initially falling asleep but he's extremely sensitive to the slightest bit of light so I frequently mess around on my iPhone from under the covers. I've even resorted to an elaborate system of pillows formed into a makeshift fort to block him from the light of the screen. Changing my old habit of reading a book with my bedside lamp on to fall asleep was OMG hard when we first moved in together.

One of the stupidest fights we've had (so far) was the night I was exhausted enough to accidentally open the walk-in closet door before turning out the light. Oof. Grumpy DH!

While she was being restrained, the report states Jones bit an officer on the wrist, leaving red marks.

From way back: I got bit once, while apprehending a shoplifter when I was an MP. I still have a scar on my hand.

ita, I'm sorry that the Traz isn't helping you. I can't sleep without it. But, it did give me migraines when I first started it.

When I visited my brother in September, I found that one glass of Wild Turkey put me to sleep like magic. I just really don't see that as a healthy every-night option, y'know?

How big a glass? Because really, I don't see that as any worse than .5mg of Ambien or something.

About like this: [link] I guess I get twitchy about my family history of alcoholism when I think of having a glass of whiskey every night to put myself to sleep. And then I worry that I would need to drink more and more for it to be effective, and then next thing I know, it'd be Betty Ford time.

Tomorrow it seems I will be getting rutabagas. To be honest, while I've always thought it was a fun word to say, I never actually knew what they were beyond a vague idea that they were a root vegetable.