This week has been rough for me. My nervous system is fucked up for various reasons.

Normally I drink one cup of coffee per day. But I had an Uber passenger whom I took to his job at a convenience store. He said “Can I offer you some coffee?” so I came in and grabbed a cup (my second for the day).

That was Monday evening.

I was then awake until wednesday night. I could not catch a fucking wink of sleep for that whole time.

What the fuck, brain??

Well, Tuesday and Wednesday I obviously didn’t drive, because I’m not going to put my passengers in that situation, of having a sleep deprived Uber driver.

Finally Wednesday I realized how I could knock myself out. I cooked a big thing of pasta and ate a ton of it, and sure enough having a big meal knocked me out.

Fucked up, but I’m proud that (a) I didn’t risk my passengers’ safety by giving in to the temptation to drive (I really need the money so it was tempting), and (b) found a way to fall asleep finally.

I know this story doesn’t make sense. I really wish the way my brain worked made sense. It would make life so much easier.