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Insomnia-fuelled cringe-worthy craziness meets ‘Sound of Music’

Insomnia-fuelled cringe-worthy craziness meets ‘Sound of Music’

Last night was one of those  nights. You know the kind – when a rooster in the suburbs, Maria from The Sound of Music, feelings of impending anxiety, and silly rhyming couplets somehow make a sensible combination. That kind of night.

Unrelenting heat and a thirty-two week cumbersome pregnant belly is not a combination that lends itself to a good night’s sleep. I do not cope well with sleep deprivation. At all. On any level. What I find to be most unsettling is that it has the potential to trigger anxiety. Which is all very well when you can take a delightful little pill for anxiety. I can’t right now, for obvious reasons.

Last night I tried meditation. I tried quenching my thirst with a few sips of an isotonic drink. I tried reading. I was still awake when the bloody rooster that someone introduced to our neighbourhood started crowing. At bloody four o’clock in the morning. (I will find that rooster. And I won’t hurt it. I’ll simply introduce it to our cat. Who’s very friendly. And an adept hunter. )

really hope I’m not alone in this, but my thoughts start going in all sorts of crazy directions when sleep evades me in the early hours of the morning. Sometimes I dream up creative projects. Sometimes I start planning home renovations. Sometimes I compose silly little rhymes. Last night was one such occasion.

For full dramatic effect, you need to sing these lyrics to the tune of ‘My Favorite Things’ from A Sound of Music. Because insomnia makes your creativity meet your crazy in a place that you seldom want to revisit come the morning.

I’m feeling anxious but no meds for tension

Going a bit crazy from sleep deprivation

Lots of ‘to do’ lists followed by nothings

These are a few of my frustrating things.

 

When the cock crows, when the pain stings

When I’m feeling sad

I simply remember my frustrating things

Then I really feel quite mad.

Somehow, I don’t think I have a calling to be a songwriter. Or a singer.

Am I alone, or do other people also have weird and wonderful thoughts in a hazy insomnia-induced state???000 blog signature

A Velociraptor for Valentine’s

A Velociraptor for Valentine’s

Larry surveying his territory
Larry surveying his territory

A good friend of mine got the most ‘unique’ Valentine’s Day gift. (I have to be diplomatic – she follows my blog.) Meet Larry Da Sousa, the velociraptor. When my friend sent me a photo of her gift I was initially flummoxed. To say the least. Let’s be honest, when pondering potential gifts for the universal day of love, a plastic model of a ferocious carnivore doesn’t immediately spring to mind. Ever. And if you think this is strange (which all sane people would) it has nothing on what happened in the week that has just transpired.

A vegetarian velociraptor?
A vegetarian velociraptor?

After being given an identity in the name ‘Larry’, this bizarre gift has taken on a life of its own. Larry has appeared in many photos taken in many locations, busy with many tasks. Very few of them bear any resemblance to the Cretaceous Period (when velociraptors roamed the earth). In addition to daily photo shoots, Larry has also been on several excursions. One of these involved a trip to the museum. Frankly, I think Larry must have suffered from some sort of inferiority complex when confronted with full-size skeletons and replicas of his relatives. And now Larry even has a bona fide email address. And a Twitter account. I kid you not.

Certified evidence of craziness.
Certified evidence of craziness.

Larry is far from the conventional romantic candle-lit dinner, dozen red roses and heart-shaped box of chocolates. But clearly, my friend was (and still is) delighted with her gift. In fact, I bet she’s jiggling in silent gleeful laughter (she does that) at the fact that Larry has now made it onto a blog. And that has made me pause for thought. At the end of the day, Valentine’s Day is about expressing your love for that special someone, and part of that is loving the person for who they are, quirks included. So whilst he is a rather odd choice in terms of romantic gifts, the fact that Larry has become quite the sensation shows that my friend is known and loved for who she is – bizarre sense of humour and all.