Argh. Morning.
It's ridiculously early. Like, there's no reason I should be awake right now. The only time I ever see 9 a.m. is when I haven't been to sleep yet! I don't wake up at this hour! However. Here I am. Awake. And bored. And waiting for IJ to stop being so fucking stupid so I can do something besides post here on LJ.
I didn't even get that much sleep. Rrr. I came home last night (didn't stop to get food, as Atticus has already pointed out, partially because I'm dead-fucking-broke and partially because I was exhausted to the point of not seeing straight), talked to Atticus, talked briefly to Meg (not in that order), AIMed for a second with Charlotte and Tasha. And I was in bed by 1:30 a.m. Yeah, I know. It's messed up, right? I'll ruin my night owl rep this way.
And then I woke up at 6 a.m.-ish, because my dog is evil and needy. And I haven't been able to get back to sleep. I laid stubbornly in bed for an hour, then got up and... I haven't actually being doing all that much. Because it's so ridiculously early. And there's nothing to do. So I've fucked around online - changed my journal layout, did some icon-hunting before IJ went down - and watched the NCIS I had on my DVR. But now I'm bored. And so? LJ update. I know, it's thrilling stuff.
So anyway, it was brought to my attention last night that there are things I just didn't talk about, when they happened. They were pretty major things, and they meant a lot to me. But I didn't - and still don't, really - think they warranted long discussion or angst or an unreasonable amount of drama. They happened. Sometimes that's the way life goes. And even though I wish it could have chosen a more pleasant direction, life didn't really ask my opinion - it does that a lot. So stuff happened. It sucked. But the world didn't end. Life kept right on going, as life is wont to do. And I think, really honestly, that it was handled in a not-too-traumatic way.
IDK. Maybe I grew up somewhere between my second-to-last relationship and my last one. Or maybe girls really are just more sane. Either way. Not that bad.
So now I'm thinking about making pancakes. Because it's been a long time since I made pancakes! Oooo, or muffins. I forget who I was talking to the last time I made those - it was either Megan or Chase. I can't remember which. Either way, muffins are always a good idea. Like, a delicious and fantastic idea and now I must have muffins. More later!
I didn't even get that much sleep. Rrr. I came home last night (didn't stop to get food, as Atticus has already pointed out, partially because I'm dead-fucking-broke and partially because I was exhausted to the point of not seeing straight), talked to Atticus, talked briefly to Meg (not in that order), AIMed for a second with Charlotte and Tasha. And I was in bed by 1:30 a.m. Yeah, I know. It's messed up, right? I'll ruin my night owl rep this way.
And then I woke up at 6 a.m.-ish, because my dog is evil and needy. And I haven't been able to get back to sleep. I laid stubbornly in bed for an hour, then got up and... I haven't actually being doing all that much. Because it's so ridiculously early. And there's nothing to do. So I've fucked around online - changed my journal layout, did some icon-hunting before IJ went down - and watched the NCIS I had on my DVR. But now I'm bored. And so? LJ update. I know, it's thrilling stuff.
So anyway, it was brought to my attention last night that there are things I just didn't talk about, when they happened. They were pretty major things, and they meant a lot to me. But I didn't - and still don't, really - think they warranted long discussion or angst or an unreasonable amount of drama. They happened. Sometimes that's the way life goes. And even though I wish it could have chosen a more pleasant direction, life didn't really ask my opinion - it does that a lot. So stuff happened. It sucked. But the world didn't end. Life kept right on going, as life is wont to do. And I think, really honestly, that it was handled in a not-too-traumatic way.
IDK. Maybe I grew up somewhere between my second-to-last relationship and my last one. Or maybe girls really are just more sane. Either way. Not that bad.
So now I'm thinking about making pancakes. Because it's been a long time since I made pancakes! Oooo, or muffins. I forget who I was talking to the last time I made those - it was either Megan or Chase. I can't remember which. Either way, muffins are always a good idea. Like, a delicious and fantastic idea and now I must have muffins. More later!