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I had a few friends over yesterday, a couple of whom didn’t leave until around one thirty in the morning. By the time I showered and brushed my teeth, I didn’t get to sleep until around two.

At around seven thirty I was awoken by my mother who had left for work. I tossed and turned and after much effort, fell asleep again.

It wasn’t ten minutes later that the phone, located conveniently beside my bed, began ringing shrilly. I crankily answered it, an action that would normally be uncharacteristic for me. I imagine I sounded quite similar to a zombie, and when I learnt that the phone was for Ben, I decided to shake him violently awake and pass it to him. If my slumber was to be disturbed by this, then his was susceptible, too.

I thought for sure I would be up for good. I laid awake, staring at my ceiling, almost envious of the sleeping dog at the foot of my bed. Although, as luck would have it, I was quickly able to fall back into my slumber.

At nine I was rudely awakened by the relentless barking of my Collie. I instructed her, amidst various profanities, to calm down. Sally, being the brilliant, most obedient dog I know, obeyed immediately.

I muttered to myself and tossed and turned for a few moments. This was undoubtedly the worst sleep I had received in quite some time. Much to my astonishment, I was able to doze off again.

I was in a deep, most comfortable sleep when I was awoken by the blaring of my brother’s TV across the hall. He hadn’t gone back to sleep following his phone call. I got up, slammed the door, and laid down yet again.

Just as I began to doze off, the phone rang again. I was angered when I noticed that it was a long distance number, evidence of a telemarketer. I answered the phone and abruptly slammed it down again. WAS THE WORLD DETERMINED TO INTERRUPT MY SLEEP?

Though by now immensely angered, I was able to succumb to my slumber once again. It was around ten thirty when the phone rang for a third time. I answered it begrudgingly, and informed the man that my mother was not available BUT THANKS FOR CALLING.

That was when I decided to wake up.

Today I made sure to move the phone downstairs.


2 Responses to “Why achieving a good night’s sleep is damn near impossible”

  1. By EssenceOfInsanity on Jun 25, 2008 | Reply

    Sounds like my mornings. I ought to blog about it sometime…

  2. By vibrantandzany on Jun 25, 2008 | Reply

    Oh man, I’ve had those mornings. It always puts me in a terrible mood for the rest of the day.

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