I am starting to wind down from my  busy day on the blog. I may not take any melatonines tonight. I dont always do, far from it. Classical opera is playing. I think I will hit the hay very soon...

Sleeping is a wonderful thing. In 2001, just as I was getting ill again from hating risperidone (side effects like the shake at too young an age `I thought),  I , of course, stopped sleeping, Believe it or not, I was working full time at the time.. ah ah ah...nobody knew I was pretty psychotic at the hospital where I worked. Amazing, eh? I told my boss there I needed a break because I was really unwell: she asked me after our chat-"what time are you coming in tomorrow?"Ah!). At a party where I was living with other people (rooming in a big house with international students as I had left, once again, Brian), a young man took a fancy to me but what I remember is what he said: sleep is a gift of the gods. I dont remember what he looked like, middle eastern man of some sort, a friend of a roomie. I also remember he had brought a modest wine to the party, Black tower, a German white wine. I have led a very interesting life, don't you think? I crashed and the owner of the house, when she realized I was so unwell, called Brian who called my parents to come and get me in Toronto. I was a month or less in a very posh hospital by the St Lawrence hospital (my sister;s connections as she is a shrink), went back to school to finish my BA in a year and left , solo, for India to go teach ESL to the nunnery. First, I took a CELTA degree, full time for a month, back in Toronto (I got back with Brian after that second crisis in my young life).