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I fell asleep around 10:30 last night, because I was trying to watch a movie while my upstairs neighbor played some very nice 70s rock loudly enough to compete with my movie, and this got tiring.
At 1:30 AM I got up off the couch and brushed my teeth and put myself to bed. Except I picked up Listening Is an Act Of Love, and ended up finishing it. This included the 9/11 and Katrina stories, which were disturbing and made me cry, but the book still ended on a marvelous note.
It is now nearly 5 am. I never got back to sleep. I never should have picked up that book, because then I tossed and turned, and then Oz and I watched TV from bed, and then I tossed and turned, and then I played another level of Super Princess Peach, and then I tossed and turned, and then I got up and had some water, moved some laundry along, and am now sitting on the sofa eating a cup of granola.
And I'm pretty awake. For some reason the bed just doesn't feel restful. All this after I dragged myself around yesterday, feeling exhausted despite a full night of sleep! I think this calls for some swearing in capital letters: DAMN HELL DAMN DAMN DAMN. And I have to leave for my psychologist in 4 hours! GODDAMMIT.
Feh. Jeez, I hit 30 and the wheels really did come off, didn't they. Maybe I _do_ need to buy a real mattress if a freshly made and fluffed futon-with-featherbed isn't comfy enough to sleep on. And yet I slept for 3 hours on my rough old sofa! Go figure.
Screw this, it's time for some Puzzle Pirates, because maybe bilging will get me sleepy. Or maybe the sound of the dryer will work its magic.
Grr, argh.
At 1:30 AM I got up off the couch and brushed my teeth and put myself to bed. Except I picked up Listening Is an Act Of Love, and ended up finishing it. This included the 9/11 and Katrina stories, which were disturbing and made me cry, but the book still ended on a marvelous note.
It is now nearly 5 am. I never got back to sleep. I never should have picked up that book, because then I tossed and turned, and then Oz and I watched TV from bed, and then I tossed and turned, and then I played another level of Super Princess Peach, and then I tossed and turned, and then I got up and had some water, moved some laundry along, and am now sitting on the sofa eating a cup of granola.
And I'm pretty awake. For some reason the bed just doesn't feel restful. All this after I dragged myself around yesterday, feeling exhausted despite a full night of sleep! I think this calls for some swearing in capital letters: DAMN HELL DAMN DAMN DAMN. And I have to leave for my psychologist in 4 hours! GODDAMMIT.
Feh. Jeez, I hit 30 and the wheels really did come off, didn't they. Maybe I _do_ need to buy a real mattress if a freshly made and fluffed futon-with-featherbed isn't comfy enough to sleep on. And yet I slept for 3 hours on my rough old sofa! Go figure.
Screw this, it's time for some Puzzle Pirates, because maybe bilging will get me sleepy. Or maybe the sound of the dryer will work its magic.
Grr, argh.