To sleep, perchance to dream

~~ The night is the hardest time to be alive, and 4 am knows all my secrets ~~  Poppy Z. Brite

So I've been told I've embraced the way my insomnia has made me.  An interesting theory, but since I've been a chronic moon worshipper since I was 11, why wouldn't I think that's just my personality?  True, even I'm aware when I'm walking a fine line between sleep deprived and full blown Al Pacino in "Insomnia", but that doesn't mean that with more sleep I'd be any different.  Or does it?  Something for me to ponder as I once again debate the necessity of taking not only a sleeping pill, but an ADHD pill. 

Someone else told me I've never known "normal."  What the hell is normal?  Someones abnormal may be another person's normal.  What if a pill made my normal abnormal? 

I promise not all my blogs will be quite so philosophical.  In fact, most of it will be pure fluff and just the ramblings of a semi-sane 32-year-old single female working her way through the cosmos. 

So as I sit here and wait to caption a show that's already got captions on it (see, abnormal to me, but normal to the client) I wish you all a good night's sleep.  And to my friends who worship the Cheshire cat, I'll see you under the stars.