Yvi

Couldn't sleep, so I invited a bunch of people to join the ENOUGH group on Facebook, missed my foster kids in Ohio, put off working on my resume, the usual insomnia-type stuff. I am a bastard of the nonprofit sector and I don't know where I want to go next.

Additionally, researching sleep paralysis is fascinating, but it also tends to freak me out. I don't like reading about people feeling the incubus sitting on their bed because then I know that's the first thing I'll be thinking of the next time I have an episode and I'm trying as hard as I can to open my eyes, let alone yell. I'm always more likely to get SP if I'm not sleeping well--then my body shuts down faster than my mind and the crazy shit begins.

This one time, freshman year, I had a pretty nifty hallucination of a girl opening a hidden door in my dorm wall and calling for me to go swimming with her. That's probably the tamest SP episode I've ever had. It was more whimsical than terrifying, it happened in broad daylight, and my roommate was in the room. Granted, she didn't notice a thing, which to me is the scariest component of all, but still.

And that one therapist I was yapping about contacting the other day? Isn't taking on new clients. So around 2:30, I emailed a few more. I guess it gets a little easier after the first time. And if you're half-awake while you're emailing.

I am going to be dead tomorrow yet again at this rate. Now's the part where I find something to eat, write some moderately incoherent fiction, and try to sleep once again. Fab.