I've been having issues sleeping. Either I'm super tired and sleep for like an hour and something wakes me up (like the crazy fucking neighbor lady who yelled at some guys talking. I could BARELY hear them but then I hear this screeching, "SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!" Hellooooooo Awake Town!) or I don't fall asleep until, well, now.
Normally I just lie in bed and read, or watch TV. Tonight I booked tickets to fly to Kansas for my grandfather's 80th birthday in August. It was totally stressful because I'm trying to coordinate with my mother about what days she'll be there so we don't make my grandparents drive to the airport too many times too close together. In the end Mom and Dad are going to rent a car and Dad's going to pick me up. The other complicating factor is that I'm accompanying requiem on his cousin's wedding cruise to Mexico the Monday after my grandfather's birthday.
After all that I bought the "Best of Chris Isaak." It's been immensely calming for me. I decided I wanted some of his songs after reading yet another story about theOC Fair. I got into a big thing with the douche bag editor. He was debating between using Fergie or BB King for a cover shot to represent the bands. He was arguing for Fergie because she's popular. So I pulled out the HBI package I'd designed with the list of other performers and started rattling off the other popular performers (I'm only recalling Paramour, Mighty Mighty Boss Stones (I'm sure I just misspelled that), Seal and the Drop Kick Murphys at the moment). He got all upset and was like, "No one cares about those bands!" The man is a moron. He's one of those guys who will just make up things or ignore blatant facts to win an argument. Finally BB King won, I'm happy to say.
But reading about the fair makes me sad for two reasons.
1. I miss the tri-county fair back home. I love the demolition derby, seeing the animals, knowing which kids raised what livestock, the arts and crafts both on display (especially the quilts!) and for sale, and best of all Indian Fry Bread. I don't know if the OC Fair has any of these things (though they are boasting to have White Castle this year, which might be interesting to try). I've gone once and was there for a short while because everyone else in the group had already gone multiple times.
2. The one time I went it seemed like a place for couples to just hang out. Maybe I'm just seeing what I want to see, but it makes me long for a partner. Gah, I'd though I'd given up all those feelings. I was really happy having stuffed them into the deeper and darker recesses in the back of my mind. Then some stupid boy touched me in a silly, silly way and they all burst back onto the scene. Harumph I say!
But back to the insomnia problem, tonight I used it to my advantage. I did all my filing and cleaned up the top of my desk and my office supplies drawers. I wanted to tackle Squee's Fort (the random boxes he decides are his and will push into place or just end up getting piled in that area for him), but it seems soooo daunting at the moment.
OK I think I'm sufficiently tired to try sleeping.
Normally I just lie in bed and read, or watch TV. Tonight I booked tickets to fly to Kansas for my grandfather's 80th birthday in August. It was totally stressful because I'm trying to coordinate with my mother about what days she'll be there so we don't make my grandparents drive to the airport too many times too close together. In the end Mom and Dad are going to rent a car and Dad's going to pick me up. The other complicating factor is that I'm accompanying requiem on his cousin's wedding cruise to Mexico the Monday after my grandfather's birthday.
After all that I bought the "Best of Chris Isaak." It's been immensely calming for me. I decided I wanted some of his songs after reading yet another story about theOC Fair. I got into a big thing with the douche bag editor. He was debating between using Fergie or BB King for a cover shot to represent the bands. He was arguing for Fergie because she's popular. So I pulled out the HBI package I'd designed with the list of other performers and started rattling off the other popular performers (I'm only recalling Paramour, Mighty Mighty Boss Stones (I'm sure I just misspelled that), Seal and the Drop Kick Murphys at the moment). He got all upset and was like, "No one cares about those bands!" The man is a moron. He's one of those guys who will just make up things or ignore blatant facts to win an argument. Finally BB King won, I'm happy to say.
But reading about the fair makes me sad for two reasons.
1. I miss the tri-county fair back home. I love the demolition derby, seeing the animals, knowing which kids raised what livestock, the arts and crafts both on display (especially the quilts!) and for sale, and best of all Indian Fry Bread. I don't know if the OC Fair has any of these things (though they are boasting to have White Castle this year, which might be interesting to try). I've gone once and was there for a short while because everyone else in the group had already gone multiple times.
2. The one time I went it seemed like a place for couples to just hang out. Maybe I'm just seeing what I want to see, but it makes me long for a partner. Gah, I'd though I'd given up all those feelings. I was really happy having stuffed them into the deeper and darker recesses in the back of my mind. Then some stupid boy touched me in a silly, silly way and they all burst back onto the scene. Harumph I say!
But back to the insomnia problem, tonight I used it to my advantage. I did all my filing and cleaned up the top of my desk and my office supplies drawers. I wanted to tackle Squee's Fort (the random boxes he decides are his and will push into place or just end up getting piled in that area for him), but it seems soooo daunting at the moment.
OK I think I'm sufficiently tired to try sleeping.
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redvillain:
promise you won't start going to meetings
redvillain:
support groups...Fight Club reference