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A Letter to a Lost Loved One

Thursday, June 14, 2007
Dear Sleep,

It has come to my attention that after our 25 healthy years (mostly, aside from a few very short instances) of beloved 9-hour-a-night sleep routines, you have left the building.

Thanks, Sleep. Just what I needed - one more thing to stress me out.

I hate to be a bitch about all of this, because I know how hard it is to break up with someone (add stress factor #1 to the chart), but WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?

We were the perfect mesh.
I'd come home from a tough day or being grouchy and you'd take over and help me escape from the world.
Now all I have is anger and bitterness on top of a 7-day migraine and when I'm up at 4:30am crying, you're not there to swoop over and make me forget until morning.
It really is devastating, and I'm deathly afraid that if you don't come back soon, I'll slip slowly into depression.

Because of all this, your evil nemesis' Dark Circle and I. Bags have now set up shop on my face. It's not pretty.
In Fact, I'm finding it damn near impossible to even look in the mirror. Who's that ugly hag in the mirror? She looks 45, not 25. She looks like a worn-down mother of three. Not a vibrant, swingin' city girl in her twenties that scooters in dresses and laughs at every little thing. Give me back my youth!

I know it's been a rough patch the last couple of years. Moving a few times (#2), a rotten love life (#3,4,5,6,7 and 8), the house back home (#9), a new job (#10), a new environment (#11) - so much going on! But I'm blind-sided now because you stuck it out then, but now - all of a sudden - you're nowhere to be found - right when I need you the most.

I"m hoping you're going to give me a second chance here - I just bought new, clean sheets and pajamas. They're white; you're favorite....but can you please give me any hint as to when? It's been five weeks now, and I've been patient - and I've been trying to drown out your absence with drugs and exercise... but nothing's working. I miss you too much.

Please come home. Soon. I need you.
(and so does everyone else. Ask them - they can't stand me without you).


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I'm Sami Jo From Denver, CO, United States Samantha loves to travel, lose herself in a good book, practice yoga at her favorite local studio, The Yoga Mat, and connect with friends, old and new. Her love of working with creative minds extends into her personal endeavors, as well. She and her husband conduct a project called "Songs For Jake," a music collaboration channel designed with the simple mission of getting great songs to one really big music lover. Through her business, Roger Charlie, Samantha focuses on publicity and management, working closely with authors, musicians, and creatives who find value in a more personal approach through communications.
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