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Who Needs Sleep?


In an effort to curb the insomnia, I tried going to bed tonight as soon as I felt remotely tired, which ended up being 9 pm. It felt good to go to bed early and know that waking up at 8 am wouldn’t feel as rough. I’d be more alert, bright-eyed and, well, you get the picture. My brain, however, had other ideas. When my clock hit 1:30 am, my eyes popped open and I felt wide-awake and ready to go. I tried laying there, willing myself back to sleep, but to no avail. Finally, I decided to grab my computer and sit in my bed doing scholarship and grant research — might as well make effective use of my insomnia. Most of the stuff I found was crap, until I got to this interesting gem:

Win a $5,000 scholarship towards your Masters Degree!
The Writers of the Future Contest chooses fiction, fantasy and science fiction short stories written by aspiring writers looking to further their writing career through education.

Sounds good so far, right? Then, I clicked to read about the contest history:

Established in 1983 by L. Ron Hubbard expressly for the aspiring writer … books.jpg

And that’s where red flag number one was raised. The rest of the page went downhill, tell you in order to enter, you must read and comment on L. Ron Hubbard’s book, which, conveniently, you could purchase at several different links available on the page. I closed out the window once I read the words, “act now!”

I’d rather not become the Tom Cruise of the writing world.


Post V-Day Wrap Up


Cupcakes must be the new chocolate, as I too went cupcake crazy this VDay and decided on making Magnolia Bakery cupcakes at 3 am, thank you, insomnia. Never mind that I live blocks away from the actual bakery itself, I was dead set on spending the two hours to create them from scratch. And who did I make said cupcakes for? Myself and five female friends. Another Valentine’s Day spent with friends, cupcakes and chick flicks. Fun, yes, but do I want to do it again next year? No.
Yes, New York is a big city — and one that never sleeps — but at 3 am it does feel lonely when you’re in your apartment, waiting for two dozen cupcakes to bake, staring at the empty chair at your table for two and wondering why even your $2200 rent reminds you of “pairs.” After two hours of mixing, baking, icing and contemplating, I finally went to sleep, alone, in my double bed.