When I was growing up, I lived next to a train route that made me immune to the sounds of almost everything while I sleep… Well everything except helicopters.
If you’ve ever seen Forrest Gump and the scene where he and Bubba arrive in Vietnam, that’s just what I always feel like when I get back to my room here in Baghdad. It’s almost like I know someone will start playing “Fortunate Son” by Creedance Clearwater Revival just to relive the moment.
It makes me feel like I’m, ya know, “fighting,” until of course it’s time to go to sleep. Then I’m mad and up all night trying to listen to my prayers, my Ipod and the sheep that I try and count on a regular basis.
DOESN’T WORK!!!
Didn’t really sleep last night thanks to Rambo and company but I’ll be grabbing some chai tea and cream before bed tonight.. Wish me luck!!
Monday, 2. February 2009
i have some sleeping tips! ^-^ you could “try” thinking of absolutely nothing, its actually very hard. i dont think you ever stop thinking in your life unless you actually try. after you succeed at that, you could try to not open your eyes, unless its something that could be harmful. (sounds, etc.) dont drink too much coke, or else you’ll get heartburn! (you dont have pills for that, do you?) talk to you later, pink bunny