alright, dammit, i've tried,
and despite my best efforts, i CANNOT sleep past 7 a.m.
this is something about which i am completely helpless. "just go back to sleep," people say. ha! not gonna happen. it's 7 a.m., and my brain is already panting desperately on its hamster wheel, spinning round and round:
things i need to do. things i didn't do but should have or wanted to. things i might do someday if i ever catch up on the things i still haven't done.
dishesrentwaterplantscallmommaillatexmas
makehairapptputcoolantincargetnewwindshi
gotolongsgetbetterfoodforthecat2006calen
writethatpoemwritethankyounoteswaterplan
dolaundrypaybillschangeaddresscleanupwax
how i envy those who can just roll over and drop back into sleep. sometimes i can get up and get a good productive couple of hours in and then nap. other times, today for instance, i sort of drift around, feeling like i SHOULD be relaxing and enjoying my day off but not actually allowing myself to do so. then i get on LJ to kvetch and see what all my friends are doing, except that most of them are still asleep.
unrelated notes:
-nora the cat does not appreciate the indignity of a halter and leash which i am requiring for her visits to the balcony.
-sexual harrassment training last night. resolved: never again to look at, speak to, or god forbid touch a coworker, neither at work nor in any kind of social setting. no risque jokes. DEFINITELY no "banter" of any sort. and as for all that wild monkey sex we've been having in the admin areas--well, we're gonna have to cut way back on that too, it would seem.
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nathanhj and Tyche are coming by for dinner tonight. this makes me happyhappy.
-dream last night: the man breaks up with me because he's met a new girl, whom he describes as "a real freak" that he met at the poet&patriot in santa cruz. i get terribly hurt because i obviously failed to "get freaky" with him enough. jealousy, failure, heartbreak, etc. then he introduces me to her and she is indeed a freak. she is a 2 foot tall cartoon woman, sort of looks like butters from southpark. she has no mouth. she's dressed in the fuzzy that my cat sleeps on. they live together in my grandma's wood-panelled tv room/back porch in st louis. and still, somehow, none of this makes me feel any better. i wake up actually angry at the man. what up with that????
maybe if my dreams weren't so emotionally wrenching, falling back asleep at 7 would be a more attractive proposition... off to water the plants. happy thursday, all!
oh, and because i have no meme-willpower at all:
PREEEE-cisely. although i wouldn't say i "breezed" through 2005. 2005 sort of breezed through me like a tornado and my "funky style" involved hanging on by my fingertips. the lyrics, however, are right on.
this is something about which i am completely helpless. "just go back to sleep," people say. ha! not gonna happen. it's 7 a.m., and my brain is already panting desperately on its hamster wheel, spinning round and round:
things i need to do. things i didn't do but should have or wanted to. things i might do someday if i ever catch up on the things i still haven't done.
dishesrentwaterplantscallmommaillatexmas
makehairapptputcoolantincargetnewwindshi
gotolongsgetbetterfoodforthecat2006calen
writethatpoemwritethankyounoteswaterplan
dolaundrypaybillschangeaddresscleanupwax
how i envy those who can just roll over and drop back into sleep. sometimes i can get up and get a good productive couple of hours in and then nap. other times, today for instance, i sort of drift around, feeling like i SHOULD be relaxing and enjoying my day off but not actually allowing myself to do so. then i get on LJ to kvetch and see what all my friends are doing, except that most of them are still asleep.
unrelated notes:
-nora the cat does not appreciate the indignity of a halter and leash which i am requiring for her visits to the balcony.
-sexual harrassment training last night. resolved: never again to look at, speak to, or god forbid touch a coworker, neither at work nor in any kind of social setting. no risque jokes. DEFINITELY no "banter" of any sort. and as for all that wild monkey sex we've been having in the admin areas--well, we're gonna have to cut way back on that too, it would seem.
-
nathanhj and Tyche are coming by for dinner tonight. this makes me happyhappy.-dream last night: the man breaks up with me because he's met a new girl, whom he describes as "a real freak" that he met at the poet&patriot in santa cruz. i get terribly hurt because i obviously failed to "get freaky" with him enough. jealousy, failure, heartbreak, etc. then he introduces me to her and she is indeed a freak. she is a 2 foot tall cartoon woman, sort of looks like butters from southpark. she has no mouth. she's dressed in the fuzzy that my cat sleeps on. they live together in my grandma's wood-panelled tv room/back porch in st louis. and still, somehow, none of this makes me feel any better. i wake up actually angry at the man. what up with that????
maybe if my dreams weren't so emotionally wrenching, falling back asleep at 7 would be a more attractive proposition... off to water the plants. happy thursday, all!
oh, and because i have no meme-willpower at all:
| Your 2005 Song Is |
Beverly Hills by Weezer "My automobile is a piece of crap My fashion sense is a little whack And my friends are just as screwy as me" You breezed through 2005 in your own funky style! |
PREEEE-cisely. although i wouldn't say i "breezed" through 2005. 2005 sort of breezed through me like a tornado and my "funky style" involved hanging on by my fingertips. the lyrics, however, are right on.
