Pain, Pleasure and Sleep

Years of thinking about it but never quite having the nerve to follow thru. Well I finally got up the courage, got some recommendations, wrangled a friend to accompany me and off we went this week.

Both ears, upper/outer area. Surprisingly enough the pain wasn't as bad as I had anticipated. Most people I had talked to had said that getting the cartilage area pierced would hurt like a motherfucker but it wasn't nearly that bad.

I think Paula was more nervous than I was, to tell ya the truth! *lol* The right ear went quickly and with just a bit of a pinch. The left ear....well, not so easy. You know me, I always gotta be just a teeny bit uncooperative. It's pretty tender to, giving me a bit of a pause when I try to sleep on that side. But all-in-all not bad so far. It'll be two or three months for the ears to do their proper healing, which is killing me cause I am dying to wear, like four different earrings!!

I also need to cut my hair so I can show off the new additions. Right now the hair is just toooo shaggy and long unless I'm wearing a scarf/headband.

Sleep has never been much of a bedfellow. Always restless, thrashing about...when I'm actually able to saunter off into slumberland, that is. Anyone who has ever slept with me can attest to the amazing physical feats of aggression I'm able to accomplish while asleep. Then I'll have periods where I sleep heavily, as in dead as a boulder heavy. Khruschev could of ignited the WWIII in my bedroom and I'd of not woken-up.

But recently my body has been going thru some funky hormonal changes....(oh how I love getting older)...and all of a sudden I've become sensitive to caffeine. I think the last time drinking a soda after 8 p.m. kept me awake was back in the early college years, i.e. 1988-1990. I was still a newbie to such vices, *lol*, having grown-up with parents who didn't allow their kids to drink soda except for picnics, parties, holidays. Over the years though I'd grown out of that phase....not to say that's a good thing but on some perverse level I took glee in being able to drink a can of soda and then conking out in bed.

No more or so it seems. A soda, past even the early hour of 7 p.m. kicks my brain past overdrive and I'll find myself staring into the darkness wishing the soft glow from my alarm-lamp didn't bother me so. I've done some "studies" and have found that indeed, when I abstain from the oh so addictive caramel-coloured sugar-laced caffeine drink of choice (typically Pepsi) I am able to fall asleep and stay asleep for at least 5 hours. Which, believe it or not, is an amazing feat for me!

Oh and the dreams...wow...the dreams I've been having. As usual I'm throwing in all the characters I've been thinking a lot about lately which I have to umm...shyly admit to sharing my dream time with such folks as Robert Pattinson, Matthew Gray Gubler, Hugh Jackman. Not that I'm complaining!! *lol* And get yer juvie mind out of the gutter cause, as usual, my dreams tend to be boring when it comes to matters of the sexual nature. I think I'm doomed to have no fun in my dreams.

The main difference emerging in my dreams is the level of anger I'm expressing. It used to be that the anger was either directed AT me or around me but now, lately, it's been ME that is getting angry. Lots of yelling, heart racing, stomping out of rooms, etc. But when I wake-up, I'm not feeling any of it. Very odd. Wouldn't mind going back to my dreams of flying....now those were fun dreams!

"Just Dance" Lady Gaga