I would like to make a call.

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While it doesn't always work, on gameshows or in real life, when stumped, making a call can lead to... something.  In my case, my sleep patterns are stumping me.  So, today, I called my mom.  Oh, sure, I wanted to talk, too.  Just to hear that she is alive and well is a good thing.  But specifically I wanted to know what she thought could be done about the predicament I find myself in.  Fake it until you make it, generally, is how her advise can be summed best.  Can't sleep, then just rest.  Can't even rest?  Lay down and read.  Minimum effort, it seems.  She has her own struggles with sleep, if probably more rarely.  And, yeah, I might have known this but I couldn't arrive at it personally, or this time.  And I will probably add a few more things, if I can keep up on them.  Leaving the curtains open in my room, so that when the sun does shine fully as today, or even partially, I get it whether I am awake or not.  As well, turning the heat up during the waking times and down when I want to sleep.  Although part of my problem might be that now as weather is usually warmer, 20's and up at night, my room, cut off from the furnace as it is, isn't cold enough for sleep.  Yeah, I like it pretty cold.  Perhaps I will need to begin opening my window right before bedtime.  I've got to beat this or it will beat me.

I'm doing great, minus the sleep schedule shift.  I have pulled my schedule back once or twice, but that technique is still an anomaly.  Life is pretty good, though exercise does add something to life, something I have been missing.  And it removes things, psychic, physical, and spiritual, that otherwise fester.  I knew this might happen from time to time.  I also decided I wouldn't give up.  And I might have to figure something else out for these sticky moments.  Figure out a routine for when all else fails, then all else won't fail, or as harshly.  Creating something out of whole cloth, from idea to functioning plan, to implementation isn't as easy as it seems of course.  And a subroutine for when routines fail is even trickier, in real life.  Still, I've got to do something. 

And, yeah, in spite of being bright, this, that, and a heck of a survivor, I really... don't always get it.  It just doesn't click (safe for work).  How that is even possible eludes me.  Never mind.  All I am saying is that there lives in each of us a huge well of... teh stupid.  You can't avoid it, even knowing it is there.  You can't learn from it.  You can't change it.  You merely have to learn humility by finding it, or a narcissism so grand even your mother laughs at you to your face.  Right.  Helicopter indeed.  I guess I am suggested you be prepared to be stupid sometimes.  Sometimes way too often.  Just don't ever become comfortable with it.

Hmm, something to eat.  Later or, really, good night.