I slept for 12 hours last night.
I do not think I have ever done that in my entire life.
With drugs and drink I have made almost eight hours a few times, but never more than that on my own.
I am at a stage of my life where extra rest would REALLY help my aging joints, but I can not do anything that helps me sleep more than my normal three or four hours at a setting, except to get really drunk.
I have been off of alcohol since January, though. I am not interested in going back down that dark hallway any time soon.
I usually sleep for 7-9 hours when I'm taking dexamphetamine and caffeine, and I slept for 12-16 hours a day, split into a couple of blocks, when I took a break from the stimulants recently. Some of that was rebound, but I used to sleep for 10-12 hours when I was just taking caffeine.
Caffeine is my drug of choice these days. It is one drug that I can control.
Depending upon how I use/abuse it, I am afforded a whole set of differing affects from which to choose. (Quantity is the key for me "One cup makes you smaller and two cups make you tall" type of thiong)
Right now, after having another altercation in traffic that I could have avoided, I am having a lot of trouble sleeping. I feel that I have failed to reach a level of calmness toward which I have just been been tested, well, last week I was tested and I failed.
I have an earworm from my sleep, lately. I generally remember many dreams, but lately I can not - I only remember this song.
It is an ancient - from my youth - Eric Burden and the Animals' song, "Please Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" I want to find a way for this to mean something to me, but it means so many other things that I can not imagine how it has become such a "burden" upon me to bear the memory of this song.