I find no shortage of irony in the fact that my new drugs of choice, like my old drugs of choice (the C&C Musing Factory), cause so-called sleep disturbances. Granted, I’m not awake for days at a time, but I still don’t sleep so well. Quantity is up but quality is down; it’s fitful and shallow. And before it even gets fitful and shallow–when I’m in those borderlands between wake and rest that are so much like a smoggy LA sunset–I twitch. All of a sudden a knee will jerk, a hand shudder, or my stomach will steel itself in a momentary convulsion. They don’t hurt. They’re like seizure teasers. And you can add another layer of irony if you consider that both meds sport dark red stickers warning that they may cause drowsiness. And they do! Either that, or I’m just not getting the rest I need after building up a substantial deficit.