Same here.Originally Posted by Tifa's Boobs
I do have mild tinnitus as well, and if it gets worse I'll probably have to start sleeping with the fan on. Completely bearable at the moment though and I stopped having my earphones so loud once I noticed it.
I don't want to hear this.
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white noise or drone ambient music
honestly i don't really have trouble sleeping though sorry everyone
In 5th grade, I left the radio on at night. Every night Donna Lewis came on the only station my radio received where we lived up near a lake. Every night the same song put me to sleep. I Love You Always Forever. Every night I fantasized that one day I would admit to my cousin my feelings for her. One day I did, but that's another story...
Obviously, music has long since stopped working. These days, I leave the window open so I can see the moon because it shines right into my room. I also have a fan on to make sure I don't overheat (it's summer). As for winter, I sleep with my blanket beside me because I don't usually need the warmth. Funny, I wake up with it covering me. And when I sleep on my side, I wake on my back.
The sound of a pindrop can wake me from my slumber, but the world crashing down around me has no such effect. WTF?
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
A bed.
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That's weird? I'd be very interested in seeing where you normally sleep
I have very occasional episodes of sleeplessness that nothing will touch, no trick and no method of falling asleep.
But under normal circumstances when I'm just trying to pass the time I tell myself a story. Not an established fairy tale or anything and I don't talk to myself but I just kind of make something up as I go along. I try to focus on one scene at a time and add more and more detail until it's complete and then I drift off.
Signature by rubah. I think.
The first time I slept on a bed, I thought it was weird as trout. Considering I had been sleeping in alleyways and such for as long as I could rememberThat's weird? I'd be very interested in seeing where you normally sleep
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I find it surprisingly easy to sleep on a couch or on the floor or on two chairs squished together or in the backseat of a car (sitting up) or on a table... all while not even drunk or particularly sleepy.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
YOU CAN SLEEP ON MY LAP AND I WILL SING DEMONIC LULLABIES TO YOU!!The first time I slept on a bed, I thought it was weird as trout. Considering I had been sleeping in alleyways and such for as long as I could rememberThat's weird? I'd be very interested in seeing where you normally sleep
I WOULD BUT YOUR LAP IS TOO HEAVENLY AND I WOULD NEVER LEAVE AND THEN I WOULD LOSE MY JOB AND ALL MY FRIENDSYOU CAN SLEEP ON MY LAP AND I WILL SING DEMONIC LULLABIES TO YOU!!The first time I slept on a bed, I thought it was weird as trout. Considering I had been sleeping in alleyways and such for as long as I could rememberThat's weird? I'd be very interested in seeing where you normally sleep
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streme Wheelie
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I don't really think anything I do to try and sleep is necessarily weird or out of the norm for those trying to sleep.
Dude, I do this too.
I'm good at this as well. My car is just another bedroom to me, really. I can sleep sitting up in hard chairs, on the ground, in a chair with my head on the desk...yup.I find it surprisingly easy to sleep on a couch or on the floor or on two chairs squished together or in the backseat of a car (sitting up) or on a table... all while not even drunk or particularly sleepy.
My ex used to kinda rotate her foot in circles until she fell asleep.
She was weird but I tried it the other night and it felt pretty good!
When in bed, I take a mental walk. A few nights ago, I wandered through a cornfield at dusk. When you don't know where you're going, it's easier for instinct rather than intellect to take over and thus you more quickly enter a dream state. Granted this sometimes only works for a couple of minutes as the subtlest things can stir me. But I simply try again.
When nothing else works, I take a bendryl.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
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