I couldn't turn my brain off again last night, so I took an Ambien.
I can't believe I forgot to post this part: At around 9:00 last night, there was gunfire up the sidewalk from my apartment. Two big shots, then, "pop-pop-pop!!!" Holy shit, I was freaking. I ran around, making sure my doors/windows were locked up, put a chair under the doorknob to my front door, shut off all the lights and tried to go to bed. The cops never showed up, at least to my knowledge.
Last weekend one of my best friend's parents got kidnapped at gunpoint, in their own home, by some mexican dude and his girlfriend. They're okay, but those fuckers trashed their truck. Luckily the assholes who did it have been arrested and will probably go to prison for a long, long time.
This used to be one of the nicest, safest neighborhoods in the valley.
Anyway, after tossing, turning, and flipping channels, I finally got up and took the Ambien around 11:00.
When I finally got to sleep, I only slept until 3am, then tossed & turned and slept in 20 minute increments. Every little noise kept waking me up (not to mention my dog's snoring, ha ha).
I don't take them very often, so it's not like I'm getting immune. I think they need to increase my dosage or I need to take 2. Taking 2 worries me a bit, though, because then I'd probably wake up every hour, worried that the alarm wouldn't rouse me.
At least it's Friday and I have the weekend to catch up on some sleep. I need to do something mindless, something where I don't really have to think too much about ANYTHING.
Have a great weekend!!!