Since I can't normally sleep more than five hours in a row, it's really a relay team; Brigitte sleeps during the afternoon -- I don't. Tai-chan, my little boy, pretty much sleeps when he wants, because in Japan, where he lives, he's so hugely regimented that he has little choice. So we let him be when he's here.
So I always had a habit of waking up around 4:30 and getting hungry, as opposed to my habit of not eating anything at dinner -- so, coupled with the ongoing jet lag for both Tai-chan and me, we proceed with: he falls asleep when he will. Any time, day or night. Brigitte naps in the afternoon, so I take care of Tai-chan. I crash sometimes in the early evening, or rather, just lie there and close my eyes for an hour and drift, and then seriously crash later in the night . . . when I "take my pill."
Which is an issue. Ambien, also called Imovane or under other names, is a nasty little shithead of a pill. I don't take it every night, but just in the past two days, I had a very bad nightmare that Taishi died. It was indistinguishable from reality. One of those sweating, jerk-upright nightmares that you don't want to have. Post-traumatic crying, the works. Then last night I had another jerk-upright nightmare that I'd just had a bad argument with Brigitte. "No, we didn't have any argument," she said.
Whoa, Nelly.
Last fucking time I'm taking that shit.
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