It’s sometimes an actual race to get a blog post  written with the content matching the thoughts that match the title. This blog is essentially about how hard it has been to wake up this morning, but I also have to acknowledge the dominant takeover of my dreams by cake farts. Which thought will win?

Finding the energy to continue at all is a battle this morning. I want to roll over and go back to sleep, even though the ceiling light is on at full brightness that I can’t turn off from here and other led lights are flashing at me like a police car at a rave. The universe clearly wants me awake. So does my bladder. It’s just my brain and unfocused eyes fighting it.

And my imagination reminds me about cake farts again. Maybe I’ll write more from the bathroom.

It didn’t, but to be fair, I did forget to splash water on my face. I’m back in  bed about to head a 15 minute snooze alarm go off. My stomach has joined the community of distracting thoughts and the dogs that sleep one floor above me are starting their morning routine of very loud and sharp barking. All the dogs join in. 

The cat has tried and given up twice to get her usual snuggles. Not no kitty. I’ll scratch your ears later I telepathically tell her.

I have no chocolate. I have no waffles. I saved two cherry tomatoes and one individually wrapped slice of fake cheese as my only palette cleanser to hold back the hunger pain. No sweet candy today I telepathically tell myself.

I boofed the very last of the energized bong water butt it made an insignificant difference. 

The third snooze alarm just nagged. I guess it is indeed time. Memories of the super elaborate sequence of my dream are both refreshing and fading. My hopes of recanting those stories has been crushed by all the distractions and the effort it’s taken to keep my eyes open while writing this. I don’t even remember why cake farts.com had such a dominant position in three separate dreams storylines on both sides of my first wakening 

I didn’t sleep at all last night and several weeks prior my total amount of rest was down to 4 to 6 hours a day. My normal sleep time ranges well over 8, and often 12 or more hours total including one or two additional day naps. I was due for a good sleep.

Add to that my reduced intake of the drug that has a side effect of increased alertness and it makes sense I’d sleep well. I don’t have much left to perform my usual wake up rituals of energy and I realize I’m looking at several more days of this type of morning . A soft in the routine  from one set of normal to a more traditional normal while I struggle mentally  and morally with which is overall, the better normal to choose for the next cycle.

It’s 730 now. Two hours after the power cycle that first alerted me to the new day and turned on the flashing lights and brightness. The focus to write this has been the interrupted constant to gave me the will to not give in to sleep. Four snooze alarms later,  the taste of plastic chees in my mouth and I’m ready to make the  transition from bed to desk and begin my Thursday.

Mission accomplished. I’m going to go see if cakefarts com still exists. That’s a memory callback at least 15 years old.