hhmm . . . insomnia strikes again.
i wish i was a witch. not, like, a wiccan, but an old-style village witch with herbs drying from the rafters and tons of knowledge and midwifery skills. alla that. then i could brew up some sleeping draught.
i _have_ tried chamomile, which is kinda calming but is relatively weak. valerian is really supposed to do the trick, but it has a paradoxical effect on me where, when i take it, i end up sitting bolt-upright in bed in the middle of the night, drenched in fear and sweat, pumping adrenaline.
i tried the pharmaceutical route tonight, with klonopin, but made the mistake of mixing it with a little kahlua which, duh, is basically coffee.
whenever i can't sleep i think about how broke i am and how in the world i can possibly scheme up some cash. then i end up bypassing the witch fantasy and seriously thinking about training a truffle-pig.
i wish i was a witch. not, like, a wiccan, but an old-style village witch with herbs drying from the rafters and tons of knowledge and midwifery skills. alla that. then i could brew up some sleeping draught.
i _have_ tried chamomile, which is kinda calming but is relatively weak. valerian is really supposed to do the trick, but it has a paradoxical effect on me where, when i take it, i end up sitting bolt-upright in bed in the middle of the night, drenched in fear and sweat, pumping adrenaline.
i tried the pharmaceutical route tonight, with klonopin, but made the mistake of mixing it with a little kahlua which, duh, is basically coffee.
whenever i can't sleep i think about how broke i am and how in the world i can possibly scheme up some cash. then i end up bypassing the witch fantasy and seriously thinking about training a truffle-pig.
There's always the 'sniffly, sneezy, how the hell did I end up on my kitchen floor medicine.'