Couldn't sleep again, so I got up, popped fifty milligrams of Benadryl, then got on the computer to wait for it to kick in. Meanwhile, Nick's up from his side of the house.
"What are you doing up?" I ask.
"Came over to get some Benadryl. Why are you up?"
"Same."
My doctor frowns on using the big B as a sleep remedy. Says it suppresses histaminic function of the brain which is necessary for various things. I told him I suspected it disturbed the REM cycle of sleep, pushed more of it back toward morning. I dream like a bastard in the early morning.
Well. Maybe. I'll. Try. Sleepingnow.
