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Feb. 8th, 2006 08:36 amIt's
mystery_diva's birthday today! Happy birthday! I wish you a year of brilliant singing, shenanigans, and cute boys.
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This whole not leaving the house on time thing is really cutting into my reading. I swear it's twice as crowded on the subway after 7:30 as it is before 7:30.
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I am declaring total meltdown of the tights. They have no elastic of any sort, and I should not have allowed myself to be blinded to this by the fact that they are cute, orange, and covered in flowers. I don't think I can get up for the rest of the day.
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What was I doing at 3:30 last night, you ask? Why, filing my toenails, of course. I had a terrible time falling asleep, and then I was wide awake by 3am -- wide awake, and thinking about work, which never helps with the falling back to sleep. I'm so restless in bed when I can't sleep; I become hyper aware of tiny bits of my body (that one dry patch on my elbow, the chipped tooth in the front) and poke and prod at them continually. Last night I was rubbing my toes together, against one piece of one toenail that was extremely sharp and pointy, and eventually I figured that I would do that all night unless I got rid of the distraction. So I went to the bathroom and filed my toenails down.
Of course that didn't help me fall asleep. So I read for a while, and thought about work some more, and threw myself around the bed, trying to find a comfortable spot. Around 5 I started to feel sleepy again, but then I got paranoid that I wouldn't wake up when my alarm went off in an hour, so I would doze for 10 minutes and then wake up in a panic, trying to see the clock. The last time I did this my alarm went off about 5 seconds later.
So all in all, not the best night's rest. And now I need a nap.
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This whole not leaving the house on time thing is really cutting into my reading. I swear it's twice as crowded on the subway after 7:30 as it is before 7:30.
* * *
I am declaring total meltdown of the tights. They have no elastic of any sort, and I should not have allowed myself to be blinded to this by the fact that they are cute, orange, and covered in flowers. I don't think I can get up for the rest of the day.
* * *
What was I doing at 3:30 last night, you ask? Why, filing my toenails, of course. I had a terrible time falling asleep, and then I was wide awake by 3am -- wide awake, and thinking about work, which never helps with the falling back to sleep. I'm so restless in bed when I can't sleep; I become hyper aware of tiny bits of my body (that one dry patch on my elbow, the chipped tooth in the front) and poke and prod at them continually. Last night I was rubbing my toes together, against one piece of one toenail that was extremely sharp and pointy, and eventually I figured that I would do that all night unless I got rid of the distraction. So I went to the bathroom and filed my toenails down.
Of course that didn't help me fall asleep. So I read for a while, and thought about work some more, and threw myself around the bed, trying to find a comfortable spot. Around 5 I started to feel sleepy again, but then I got paranoid that I wouldn't wake up when my alarm went off in an hour, so I would doze for 10 minutes and then wake up in a panic, trying to see the clock. The last time I did this my alarm went off about 5 seconds later.
So all in all, not the best night's rest. And now I need a nap.