A day for sleep awareness, nay, a whole week, last week to be exact. Of course I only found out when it was wrapping up. But I made the most of those last few hours.
How? Check it out: on the subway heading to Chinatown I read a NYTimes article on "yawn facts" and notice Ambien has reserved a whole page in the same issue to clarify some facts re: Ambien-induced sleepeating/sleepwalking polemic. Once there I'm joined by lovely Pookalu and together we strut to bestkept secret massage parlor and sit down for a 30' back and 30' foot reflexology session. THE PAIN. Excruciating pain, but good for you. Not five minutes into my foot massage, masseause works a spot under my foot (I've given up my Siddhartha-on-top-of-a-mountain smile and I'm trying hard to focus on images of clouds and the Greek alphabet).
"It hurts" I finally say, apologetically
"You don't sleep" she says, matteroffactly
"SO TRUE!" I say, "but what can I do?"
"Sleep more" says young woman in the chair next to mine
Ahhh. Enlightenment.
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answering the question with the same question content. so funny. and so true.
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