Excellent Sleeplessness traded for disturbing dream Convenient Excuse by Elizabeth Emerald

My name is Liz and I am not an addict. Notwithstanding which, I am lately reliant on a half-of-a-half-of-a-half milligram of Xanax in order to eke out six hours of sleep. Doing the math ... I snap a 0.5 mg tablet along its "fault line," then break each of the remaining 0.25 mg pieces into (roughly) halves; ergo: four sections of approximately 0.125 mg per = one-eighth of a milligram.  My friend Chuck deems my dose tantamount to placebo. Regardless, I have developed a tolerance of sorts, such that a single placebo sometimes does not suffice. This morning, I woke at 6 a.m., having gone to sleep at 2 a.m. Doing the math ... duh! ... not enough sleep! After 45 minutes of alertness, accompanied by a rumbling stomach, I took another shard of Xanax, ate an apple, and drifted off at 7:30. I awoke with a start at 10:30, groggy, grasping a hank of my hair. I yanked myself to attention, lest I fall back into my dream: I'd gone to the hairdresser and ended up with a choppy brown bob.  This is a true story. Had it not been, I'd have made it up so as to have a reason to post another photo of my platinum-pink hair. Which, alas, due to the poor exposure, looks platinum-grey.  * * * * * * This picture of my daughter, Lauren, and me was taken the day before my son's wedding; a tinge of pink is visible in the blurry, but better-lit, photo I posted two days ago.      Recognized

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