GOOD MORNING.

[athelind]

I can sleep through earthquakes and storms at sea. I can sleep through my car getting demolished by a drunk driver out on the curb in front of my house. I plug Rush and Meat Loaf into my CD player to rock myself to sleep.

I cannot sleep through the sound of mice rustling around my room.

The bottle of Melatonin with Theamine that I picked up at CostCo on Wednesday is supposed to be for "Stress Relief and a Sounder Sleep". It is not supposed to give me super-hearing.

When I've taken Melatonin in the past, I've consistently gotten six hours of sound sleep, and then snapped awake. I was hoping to get more useful hours in the morning, since evening shift in the comics store has made it increasingly difficult to get started.

I'm on less than four hours of low-grade sleep, but after snapping awake to rustle rustle rustle and Dawn's Early Light, I'm pretty much done for.

I need to tidy up in here.

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Comments

[ebony14.livejournal.com]

In Texas, that wouldn't be mice. That'd be those big goddamned palmetto bugs again.

Be happy that it was at least a mammal.

[athelind.livejournal.com]

I can stomp on a palmetto bug. That's ... trickier and nastier with a mouse.

Assuming it is a mouse, that is, and not Something Else. My only data is auditory.

Alas, it's not my first time dealing with mice.

[kymri.livejournal.com]

I grew up in Hawaii. Hawaii is -tropical-. While this often means blue skies, pleasant breezes and white sand beaches... it also means mosquitos the size of B-17Gs, centipedes, and monstrous (word chosen purposefully) cockroaches.

I once threw a HIKING BOOT at a roach. Hit the sucker, too. It trundled off. We're talking bugs big enough that them crawling on a shopping bag (plastic grocery bag) sounds like mice rustling around.

So, yeah. As far as the mice, I'm clueless. I always lost when we played Mousetrap as kids.

[doc-mystery.livejournal.com]

You are supposed to give the melatonin to the mice, don't you know...

::B::

[araquan.livejournal.com]

I've had that happen kind of with melatonin also. Usually I eye the alarm clock, mumble something about the Universe owing me another hour of sleep , then duly collect the debt.