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I've posted before (er, frequently) about how I need about 3x as much sleep as a normal person and cannot stay awake even after consuming caffeine or energy drinks. Basically I am Sleeping Beauty, only I have a day job, which is making things complicated.

So last night I woke up around 2:30 am, and I don't know whether it was because I had to go to the bathroom or because I heard, or thought I heard, loud and angry male voices out in the hall (I'm still not sure whether that happened or whether I dreamed it). But what I discovered, when I sat up and threw off the covers, was that Mr Fusspot was not on the bed. At some point he had obviously fallen off, and when I looked around wildly, I found him sitting by the closet, patiently waiting for me to pick him up and put him back on the bed.


Now Mr Fusspot has fallen off the bed on a couple of occasions. He can't see very well and, even though I got him a night light, he can miscalculate where the edge of the bed is. Or he will be sleeping deeply, will shift or turn over, and slide right off. Although there is carpeting he does make an audible thump when he hits the ground. But I didn't hear him fall. The Fusspot has slept on the bed for all his 15 years with me and never before have I failed to wake up when he has fallen off the bed or made a noise of pain or alarm. I went to bed at a decent hour, I had taken no sleeping aids, and I was not in a drunken stupor. And yet I was out cold to the point where I didn't even notice when my poor old dog fell off the bed. Seriously, wtf? Poor Fusspot!

This is why I now set two alarms every morning. It's not impossible that I will shortly have to set three, since I've already proved I can sleep through one of them. This can't be normal.

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