Swaddleme

I can’t sleep at night.

(Does anybody but me know that song?)

Bad bad insomnia lately. It’s a nightmare. Except not, because I’m always a-fucking-wake.

Firecracker suggested I get a white noisemaker. And turn it up to ten. Okay, not the second part. But what about that song?

Such is the result of insomnia: thinking in song lyrics. Also, confusion, and very short paragraphs.

I was looking at white noisemakers on Amazon. What about other colors of noise? I thought. They might be nice too.

Anyway, somehow I ended up here:

Creepy! I thought. A baby in a bag! Disembodied momhands! Gah!

But then something happened. It started to seem like a really good idea.

Know what it’s called? Swaddleme.

I’m all for that. Somebody please wrap me up in a fuzzy green bag. Swaddleme!

Here are the instructions:

For once I’d like my Jesus complex to involve being really snuggly.

by Pistol Whip | 3 July 2007 | insomnia, the mind boggles, comfers cozers | Comments