I lay in my dressing room after being in make-up waiting to go on. They knew I was feeling pretty rotten and they tried to give me time to rest. But I couldn't sleep. I couldn't do anything.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I used to sleep nude - until the earthquake.
I can't sleep in my makeup. Sometimes I'll be really lazy and try to not think about it and just fall asleep, but I have to take it off and as soon as possible. Sometimes it'll be quick.
I woke up many mornings not knowing what I'd done the night before. I'm amazed I'm not dead.
I was dead inside.
I took pain pills to get to sleep because I didn't want to go to work the next day exhausted.
I remember lying down for a nap one day at about 4:00 and walking up at 11:00 the next morning.
I was a bit of a sleeper-inner.
I slept just floating in the middle of the flight deck, the upper deck of the space shuttle.
I was so low that I wanted to exit. And I took a bunch of pills, and they were sleeping pills. And at least they would put me to sleep, and maybe I wouldn't wake up, and that was fine.
I was asleep, in the upstairs bedroom, in the rear of the house. There was this tremendous crash, there was a terrible wind force hitting my body, and then I blanked out.