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Insomnia again
Jun. 6th, 2005 10:35 amLast night was fun (/sarcasm). I was watching movies and ripping seams (I'll be re-sewing the few panels of the pavilion that Pem had put together) and trying to do laundry. I ended up going to the laundromat, which just pissed me off. I have a laundry room in my building! I should not have to go to the laundromat!
I got home around 10pm, got my stuff all ready for the morning and crawled into bed at 11:30.
By 1:30, I was sick of staring at the ceiling. I got up and did dishes, and had an epic battle with a gigantic brown bug that would not fucking die. I hate killing bugs. That fucker ran me through every room of the apartment, and I ended up chasing it out the front door because I didn't want to spray any more Raid. I hit that little bastard with a huge book, my shoe and several squirts of Raid, and it was still going strong, good Jumping Christ on a pogo stick.
I crawled back into bed a little before 3:00, spent another 45 minutes staring at the ceiling, then got up and ripped another seam. I fell asleep on the couch around 5:00, snapped awake at 5:30 because I felt like something was crawling on my face—nope, it was just another nosebleed. Stopped up my nose, crawled back onto the couch and slept until 7:30 a.m., about an hour later than I usually get up.
Now I'm at work with a raging headace, feeling like I could fall over at any moment. I've had a ton of water, and my OneandOnlyCaffeineo'TheDay. I might use one of the conference rooms for a lovely lunchtime nap. Or I'll walk into traffic. It's a toss-up right now.
I got home around 10pm, got my stuff all ready for the morning and crawled into bed at 11:30.
By 1:30, I was sick of staring at the ceiling. I got up and did dishes, and had an epic battle with a gigantic brown bug that would not fucking die. I hate killing bugs. That fucker ran me through every room of the apartment, and I ended up chasing it out the front door because I didn't want to spray any more Raid. I hit that little bastard with a huge book, my shoe and several squirts of Raid, and it was still going strong, good Jumping Christ on a pogo stick.
I crawled back into bed a little before 3:00, spent another 45 minutes staring at the ceiling, then got up and ripped another seam. I fell asleep on the couch around 5:00, snapped awake at 5:30 because I felt like something was crawling on my face—nope, it was just another nosebleed. Stopped up my nose, crawled back onto the couch and slept until 7:30 a.m., about an hour later than I usually get up.
Now I'm at work with a raging headace, feeling like I could fall over at any moment. I've had a ton of water, and my OneandOnlyCaffeineo'TheDay. I might use one of the conference rooms for a lovely lunchtime nap. Or I'll walk into traffic. It's a toss-up right now.
