I’ve had insomnia. Lots. January seems to be an especially bad time of year for me. Ambien has reduced the frequency, but nothing banishes it completely – the obsessive thoughts, the catastrophizing, the worrying, the worrying about how worried I am. We’ve all been there at 3:00 a.m., trying to will ourselves to sleep.
What could possibly be light-hearted about that?
Just this: An actual x-ray of my insomniac self:
Indeed, my friend Leslie and I, both afflicted with insomnia, recognized this as our mutual problem. We began to end our late-night commiseration with the sign-off, “Death to Hamsters!”
Our mutual friend, the incomparable, incorrigible Tom Smith, heard of this and ran with it. Here is the result, for your amusement.
Imagine, if you will, this performed as a sing-along with a hundred people joining in on the chorus. It may not put you to sleep, but at least it puts insomnia in some kind of loony perspective.
At least it does for me.
No hamsters were harmed in the making of this blog post. A rubber duck may have been squeezed, but it had nothing to squawk about. So if you’re with PETA, chill already.
Lyrics to Hamster Brain available here: http://www.tomsmithonline.com/lyrics/hamster_brain.htm. More of Tom Smith’s oeuvre can be found at tomsmithonline.com or http://tomsmith.bandcamp.com. They’re not all as weird as this. Some are even stranger.