This plan came to me at about 3 a.m. the other morning. No matter how hard I try, I can't shake the idea. Maybe I should up the dose on my happy pills, or take a nap, but here is the plan:
I will strip off all my clothes and light my hair on fire. Then I will run around my neighborhood. Hopefully this will be insane enough to secure a bed on the psych ward of the local hospital. While there, I can sleep without hourly interruptions, my meals will be cooked for me, and I may even score some good drugs.
It sounds like a perfect plan, but I hear from a nurse that psych is full. It usually is, and I wonder how many are sleep deprived moms?