This is going to be a weird blog entry written at a weird time coming from the weird state of mind of a very weird dude.

Some day, I should write a State of Mind address.

Anyhow, here I am at 8:47 am writing the day’s blog entry. I am doing it at this odd time because I want to be able to take my Quetiapine and get to sleep as soon as I can when I get back from the pharmacy.

Let me explain.

I got my ‘scrip for all my psych meds on Friday. And I could have gotten it filled then. But with all the stress from the UPS bullshit and so on, I forgot, and didn’t remember till I was home, and by that time I was way too out of sorts to go back out into the world.

Mental note : pick up more sorts.

But that was no big deal. I had one more day’s worth of meds. I could do it Saturday.

But then Saturday rolls around, and I look up my pharmacy on the website for the chain, and I find out they are only open from 10 am to 2 pm on Saturdays, and what with dithering and blathering and general dicking around, I didn’t get my shit together until it was too late.

Mental note : get more compact and efficient shit.

No problem, I thought. I have that one more day of meds. That will cover Saturday. I will just have to go Sunday.

And that seemed totally cool (lazy, but cool, like a cat) until I sat down to watch The Mindy Project and munch my midnight popcorn, and realized that the one med that I did not have that extra day of was my sleeping pill, Quetiapine.

Sounds like a peaceful alien planet filled with pacifist aliens with big brains, doesn’t it?

Aaaanyhow, so there I was, with a half liter of Diet Coke in my bloodstream and no Big Q, feeling pretty stupid. I tried going to bed, but while Quetiapine has no really nasty side effects, it does have one notable withdrawal symptom, and that is total insomnia on like, a chemical level.

I have not slept yet, and yet, I am not sleepy. I am barely tired. I can sort of feel a little tiredness around the edges as my eyes and my body get tired, but my mind is going strong. My brain is not sleepy in the slightest, despite binging on my Android games AND reading.

It’s a state of mind that at other times I would find highly pleasant and useful. There have been many, many times in my life where I would have loved to be this alert.

But when I say that I am not tired, that does not mean the lack of sleep is not affecting me. I am keenly aware of a sense of strain building in my mind, like my mind mind is a wire that is being drawn thinner and thinner, and if this keeps up, ventually it’s gonna snap.

And I am definitely feeling squirrely. You know, sort of agitated and twitchy. I feel like my eyes are glued open like in A Clockwork Orange and the little squirts of artificial tears aren’t coming quite fast enough.

So the plan is to wait until the pharmacy opens at 10 am and then mosey on over there to pick up my meds. Then I nimble on home, pop my two Big Q’s, and hope to God they let me sleep.

Dunno when I will eat lunch. Maybe I should eat before I sleep. Don’t want low blood sugar added to the mix.

I suppose I will sleep for most of the afternoon. That is bound to mess up my sleep schedule, but that is a problem for tomorrow. Today, I gotta get some sleep.

A younger, dumber me would just skip sleeping for this time period. Hey, skipping one sleep can’t be that big a deal, right? I will just sleep like normal at the usual time and everything will be groovy.

And a younger me might have been able to do it, honestly. But the current 41 year old me? Ha ha ha. Dumb idea.

I would rather sleep all afternoon than be eating at ABC tonight and fall asleep in my poutine. Or fall asleep when we are hanging out together after. Sunday is my favorite night of the week, and I wouldn’t miss it for anything.

So it’s a snoozing Sunday for me today, God willin’ and the crick don’t rise.

What else… oh right, The Mindy Project. I’ve watched 5 episodes so far, and it’s a good show. Kind of like ER meets Ally Macbeal. The main character is a 31 year old gynecologist named Mindy (duh) who watches too many romantic comedies and can’t ever quite seem to get her life together.

It’s pretty good. The characters are not super likable, but the show itself has a decent heart and is not mean or cold, so I can get over the lack of character appeal.

I mean, they’re not awful, they are perfectly fine, just not appealing. No character you just fall in love with.

My one big problem with it is that Mindy is so busy going around being adorkable and awkward and a mess that you really begin to wonder whether she is an even vaguely competent doctor. So far, I have not seen her actually practice medicine, and that gives me this terrible feeling that this is actually a terrible person who should not be practicing medicine.

I know that the lack of evidence of her competence is not actually evidence of her incompetence, but it would really help me relax and get into the show if they just threw in a line about how her patients love her or how she won this “best gyno” award or something like that. Or even just show her dealing with a patient competently.

Being neurotic sure does make life colorful!

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.