aw man, I really wanted to meet up last night with the local SG crew. Didnt happen. Damned school nights!
I only slept for about 1 or maybe 1.5 hours on Tuesday night, or hell, call it Wednesday morning because I just kept trying to fall asleep all night and it must have been around 4:30 by the time I actually dozed off. Then at 6:00 am, I was up and getting ready for work. Oh how my bed kept calling. At one point in time, just before I left the apartment for that dreary ride into the office, I walked past the bedroom and for a split second in my peripheral vision, I swear my bed wasnt my bed at all, but the big glossy lips of a rolling stones album cover.
Whispering my name all come-hither like.
I absolutely would have tried to not go into the office at all, if it wasnt for the fact that I had to spend the day inside a clients house. I was surprisingly lucid though. I thought I was going to have to try to fake being all alert and brilliant. Perhaps I was just so tired that I imagined the whole thing. Work went well.
Anyways, I stopped off at Tafs on Granville last night on the way home from work, went upstairs to read the straight for a bit and had a pint of ale. That single pint almost knocked me out. I couldnt even see straight as I tried to read, so I bussed my ass back here to this apartment, boogied Morgan out for a quick jaunt, and came stumbling back inside. It was 7:00 pm.
I was just going to lay down for a bit, just a little power nap, just a brief shuteye to gain my wits before walking up to the Jupiter. I undressed, remade the bed (as Morgan had obviously decided to spend his afternoon re-arranging the duvet and sheets into his rendition of the mashed potato mountain from Close Encounters of the 3rd kind) and crawled inbetween those sheets. Flat on my back vampire pose. Arms crossed on my chest and the lights went out.
11:11 said the numbers on the LED display then.
11:11: what? I thought. What does that MEAN? I didnt know what day it was, if it was morning, evening, weekend. I was totally out of it.
Then I remembered that we were supposed to meet up at 8:00. aw damn.
I got up briefly, saw a couple friends online, got some fresh water, and went back to bed where I slept straight through my 4:30 am alarm, and am just waking now. Thats pretty much 12 hours of solid sleep. I guess I needed that.
I also need to win the Molly Maid lottery. I just cant seem to get a grip on this place right now.
I need to wiggle my nose and magically make this place into what I know I want it to be. I think that will be this weekend. Fun fun.
waking up to Caroline's set today? Whoa! who needs coffee?
I only slept for about 1 or maybe 1.5 hours on Tuesday night, or hell, call it Wednesday morning because I just kept trying to fall asleep all night and it must have been around 4:30 by the time I actually dozed off. Then at 6:00 am, I was up and getting ready for work. Oh how my bed kept calling. At one point in time, just before I left the apartment for that dreary ride into the office, I walked past the bedroom and for a split second in my peripheral vision, I swear my bed wasnt my bed at all, but the big glossy lips of a rolling stones album cover.
Whispering my name all come-hither like.
I absolutely would have tried to not go into the office at all, if it wasnt for the fact that I had to spend the day inside a clients house. I was surprisingly lucid though. I thought I was going to have to try to fake being all alert and brilliant. Perhaps I was just so tired that I imagined the whole thing. Work went well.
Anyways, I stopped off at Tafs on Granville last night on the way home from work, went upstairs to read the straight for a bit and had a pint of ale. That single pint almost knocked me out. I couldnt even see straight as I tried to read, so I bussed my ass back here to this apartment, boogied Morgan out for a quick jaunt, and came stumbling back inside. It was 7:00 pm.
I was just going to lay down for a bit, just a little power nap, just a brief shuteye to gain my wits before walking up to the Jupiter. I undressed, remade the bed (as Morgan had obviously decided to spend his afternoon re-arranging the duvet and sheets into his rendition of the mashed potato mountain from Close Encounters of the 3rd kind) and crawled inbetween those sheets. Flat on my back vampire pose. Arms crossed on my chest and the lights went out.
11:11 said the numbers on the LED display then.
11:11: what? I thought. What does that MEAN? I didnt know what day it was, if it was morning, evening, weekend. I was totally out of it.
Then I remembered that we were supposed to meet up at 8:00. aw damn.
I got up briefly, saw a couple friends online, got some fresh water, and went back to bed where I slept straight through my 4:30 am alarm, and am just waking now. Thats pretty much 12 hours of solid sleep. I guess I needed that.
I also need to win the Molly Maid lottery. I just cant seem to get a grip on this place right now.
I need to wiggle my nose and magically make this place into what I know I want it to be. I think that will be this weekend. Fun fun.
waking up to Caroline's set today? Whoa! who needs coffee?
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I worked an overnight last night and just woke up not too long ago. Watched the Mtv movie awards (which were quite lame), and now, think I'll eat and...who knows...maybe go back to bed. I'm just that crazy...