Vampire?!

The last week I haven't slept well.

Wednesday: 5'O Clock [1 melatonin, 2 depakote, 2 ambien, 1 clonopin, 2 tylenol PM, I think]
Thursday: 3'O Clock
Friday: 1'O Clock
Saturday: 2'O Clock
Sunday: 2'O Clock.

And that's with a few sedatives.

I watched this documentary on the impact of vampires on moderen culture [obviously made before Stephanie Meyer came about] and some of the people who thought they were vampires were really hokey so during the commercials of old people getting health insurance my dad and my sister and I kept pointing out which old people were vampires because "vampires are all around us and look just like you and me!" Especially this old little black lady with large dentures.

So methinks I am a vampire because I'm slowly becoming nocturnal, haha.

Urgh. And to top it off, a visit to the therapist at 10:30 in the morning [early for me]. But maybe I can get some elephant tranquilizers or something. A dart gun.

This will make it difficult to do my new and first calling of primary teacher. I don't know what age group I'll have or anything, but I haven't been able to go to church because I'm too tired.

I got twelve hours of sleep and I'm dead on my feet.

"4'O Clock

4'O Clock

Never let me sleep

I close my eyes and pray

For the garish light of day

Like a frightened child I run

From the sleep that never comes

4'O Clock

4'O Clock

Out of bed I creep

To climb this tower of shame

But the hour's still the same

Only madness knows my name

At 4'O Clock

4'O Clock

4'O Clock

Never let me sleep

I close my eyes and pray

For the garish light of day

Like a frightened child I run

From the sleep that never comes

4'O Clock

4'O Clock

Out of bed I creep

To climb this tower of shame

But the hour's still the same

Only madness knows my name

At 4'O Clock

Why can we never go back to bed?

Whose is the voice ringing in my head?

Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?

Why should I wake when I'm half-past dead?

Sure as the clock keeps its steady chime

Weak as I walk to its steady rhyme

Ticking away from the ones we love
So many girls, so little time

4'O Clock

4'O Clock

Out of bed I creep

To climb this tower of shame

But the hour's still the same

Only slumber never came

Only madness knows my name

At 4'O Clock."

-by Emilie Autumn.