Sleep Hangover

Today was such a struggle to get out of bed. The alarm began alarming at 6am to get my ass out of bed to run a meeting at 8am. Usually it's merely sitting and being a participant. Instead, it was all about finite scheduling and facilitating the meeting which brings drugs into the world from the leader in biotechnology. Whatever. Sleep would have been far more satisfying and more than likely would have done the universe a favor rather than have my groggy ass walking around in it. A sleep hangover is not the way to start the day.

The hangover was from an over abundance of sleep experienced over the weekend. This wasn't a light snooze, a little nap or two, this was a straight up coma. Miss Becky and I went to the Russian River for a getaway Guerneville style. We rented a cabin which was found online from a rental service. From the ad/pictures it looked nice enough and would do for a weekend in the woods. Upon arrival in Guerneville, keys were picked up from the rental agency. The dyke in charge had, what looked to be a mullet in the making. (Long in the back, short up front.) She had lots of suggestions for fun activities in town, places to eat, spoke of how wonderful the cabin was, and finally, directions to the crash pad. It was about two miles out of town in the middle of nowhere. There were other cabins around however it is off season and the whole "culdesac" was totally deserted. Once there, we were completely amazing with the A-frame rental. It couldn't get any better! The pictures certainly didn't do it justice and Miss B and I kept saying "I can't believe this!". There was a outdoor hot tub, full kitchen with greenhouse-like windows overlooking a creek bed, fireplace, giant stereo and TV, as well as a very Zen decor with tons of candles. It was fantastic! We cooked an amazing dinner and retired to bed around midnight on friday. The night was so quiet and pitch black that it freaked me out a little. I awoke in the middle of the night in need of relieving my bladder when panicked thoughts struck of Jason movies or even worse, Chucky, the knife wielding puppet. That far out in the woods, why is it thoughts such as this come to mind? Is it that there are no street lights? No neighbors? Unfamiliarity now that the urban way is what is known? Not sure. Anyway, upon waking I did hear the rain had started and it lulled me back to sleep in a heartbeat not to awake until 10am. I have not slept for 10 hours straight since the days of being incredibly hungover unable to do anything else. Perhaps a more appropriate way to describe it would be that Miss B and I hibernated. The woods cast a spell on us. What an amazing feeling. However, today I am super slow and wanting to crawl back into bed. The thought of going to work makes me exhausted. And have felt that way throughout the day.

As for the rest of the weekend, we certainly did things other than sleep. The hot tub was heavily used, Miss B played guitar while I cooked, listened to music, giggled a whole lot, and watched two of the most lesbian movies EVER, Gia as well as Personal Best. No idea how I ever missed seeing these previously. Don't you get these films issued to you along with the toaster oven and flannel once you come out as a dyke? Personal Best was perhaps one of the most stereotypical dyke films ever made. The sad thing is, the majority was accurate! It was long, silly, and rather slow at times and of course I fell asleep as always when I lay down to watch a film. But the important parts were viewed and apparently I have become a full flegged lesbian upon the completion of the viewing. Gia was about a heroin addicted lesbian model from the 1980's. She was the goddess of heroin chic. The next thing ya know it was time to pack things up and head back to the big city to leave Jason and Chucky in the woods.

In other news, evidently loads of explosives have come up missing in Iraq. How in the world can this be? Oh, never mind, we just lost a shit load of f-ing explosives. Can you believe that noise? We can protect all the in's and out's to the oil which we have secured but the armed forces we have in Iraq cannot keep explosives from wandering off. Monkey Bush really needs to explain this one to the American people. Oh, also, the brilliant one is also taking the top security adviser and peddling her around the country to appeal to the women voters. Never, ever, ever has anyone been so desperate as to pull a tactic like this one. It's low and completely unethical. But then again, isn't that the way of the Monkey Bush? Encouraging news is that Kerry is making progress in the swing states. He has to. He just has to....and how refreshing was it to see Bill Clinton out and about? God I love that man. Can we just make him President again and be done with it? PLEASE?

I'm taking my sleep hangover and going to bed.