i do weird things in my sleep.  it’s been noted on here before.  and i’m ok with it.  my sleeping issues just come with who i am.  love it or leave it.  i know that my sleepy time can sometimes cause trouble, if not induce hysterical laughter in those who witness said sleepy time.

when i was a kid, i was really sick with the flu…  i had a bad fever that wouldn’t break, and i can remember laying on the couch, 1/2 asleep and telling my mom that i was sinking into the couch.

“it’s like the couch is quicksand,” i told her in a fuzzy feverish haze.

“ok, nic,” replied mom, who probably then just gave me some more tylenol and put a cold wash cloth on my head.

once i finally fell asleep though, truly asleep, i started talking to her.  and mom remembers my exact words… phrases… whatever you want to call it…

“asbusssbusssbusssas bosssbusssasssbusss.”

fast forward to nic as a teenager with anxiety issues kicking in to full gear.  it was the night before a test i had at school.  i don’t remember the subject, the test, or the teacher the test was for… because any and all tests freaked me out to the point of me blowing in and out of a paper bag, as mom drove me to school.

anyway, the night before this test, in the middle of the night…  i took a shower and got ready for school.  (i don’t remember doing this, but my mom recalls hearing my hairdryer at 3 am and coming up to my room, wondering what the hell i was doing.)  supposedly she told me to change out of my school uniform and go back to bed…  i did so with a 1/2 wet head, which made for some sexy looking bed head the next day, which every teenage girl wants to go to school with.

fast forward a few years beyond that, and you have a college-age nic with PTSD as a result of being raped.  (i promise i’m going somewhere funny with this guys, stick with me.)  at that point in time, i had been prescribed sleeping meds because obviously i was not sleeping at night.  like at all.

so one night, paul’s visiting me at auburn, shacking up for the weekend, and i tell him i’m about to take my sleeping pill and go to bed.  once i took this pill (which shall remain nameless), i got in bed, laid down, and then sat straight up.

“do you see that baby in the corner,” i asked paul.

paul said nothing in response, and i imagine looked at me like i was a freaking lunatic.

“don’t you see it?” i persisted… “the baby, in the corner.  right there.  it’s looking right at us.”

the next morning, paul told me what i did and how i freaked the hell out of him, talking about people in the room who weren’t there (“i see dead people…”)

paul has come to know and love my sleepy time shenanigans.  i mean their kinda funny sometimes…  like when i wake up with no underwear and have no idea why.

well, i have a lot going on right now, as most people do…  we lead busy lives.  i’m running this website, as well as another with a good friend, and i have side projects going on here and there…

i learned the other night, that i need to stop my writing loooong before bed time.  i had written a post for Blogher@Home about vibrators and dildos.  (my parents and in-laws are totally hanging their heads in shame as they read this, i’m sure.)  it was late at night when i wrote the post.  i was so back-logged with emails and deadlines after coming off vacay, that i wrote the post around midnight, just to get it posted… just to “git her done.”

then i went to bed.  paul had already been in bed for a while, as he has given up on me going to bed with him when he knows i’m up “working.”

the next morning, paul is feeding jackson and i wander out to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.

paul: “dude… do you remember what you did last night?” (chuckling as he asks)

me: “oh shit.  no.  what’d i do this time?”

paul: “you were crowding me on my side of the bed, so i pushed your shoulder and asked you to move over…” (chuckles continue) “once you moved over, you looked at me and said ‘CHECK THIS OUT BITCHES!‘”

which is exactly what i had tweeted to advertise the vibrator giveaway at Blogher@Home.

those of you who are heading to chicago this weekend for BlogHer ’09 just wish you were going to be rooming with me… yeah.  you know it’s true.