Good day = bad night??
So, after such a great day yesterday, last night I had one of the worst nights I’ve ever had. Nothing bad happened, I just fell into the most fitful & restless night I’ve had in months & months. The little amount of sleep I did get was riddled with unsettling dreams - most of which I can’t remember. I tossed & turned so badly that I even woke Phill, who sleeps like the dead. As a matter of fact Phill said this morning, that it was almost like trying to sleep while kids were bouncing on the mattress.
I’m a little twitchy this morning too.
It’s hard to explain, but I feel like my skin is tightening & don’t know why. I’m going to blame the full moon that we’re going through, & add to that the Soloman’s earthquake, Grant Hackett coming fourth in the pool, too much sour cream in the pasta, Al-Queda, George Bush, baby puppies, snowmen - I mean, snowpeople, Kochie, the weather, my inability to attend festival with my friends, having to cancel D&D for two weeks, Ronald McDonald, lap dogs, & Homer J. Simpson.
Why?
Well, mainly because I can’t figure out any other reason for this onslaught of fidgety-restlessness.
*mega-sigh*
Oh well, either way I’ve decided to wag TAFE today - not sure I’d deal with those folks & manage to retain a civil tongue.
So, to treat myself to some ‘calm’, I think I’ll spend the day in the garden. But if that doesn’t work, I’ll continue my assault on the Almohads as requested by the Pope - or start a push against the English, who think that they can push my little Spanish people around. I think not!
Ok. I’m done.
For now, at least.
I’m a little twitchy this morning too.
It’s hard to explain, but I feel like my skin is tightening & don’t know why. I’m going to blame the full moon that we’re going through, & add to that the Soloman’s earthquake, Grant Hackett coming fourth in the pool, too much sour cream in the pasta, Al-Queda, George Bush, baby puppies, snowmen - I mean, snowpeople, Kochie, the weather, my inability to attend festival with my friends, having to cancel D&D for two weeks, Ronald McDonald, lap dogs, & Homer J. Simpson.
Why?
Well, mainly because I can’t figure out any other reason for this onslaught of fidgety-restlessness.
*mega-sigh*
Oh well, either way I’ve decided to wag TAFE today - not sure I’d deal with those folks & manage to retain a civil tongue.
So, to treat myself to some ‘calm’, I think I’ll spend the day in the garden. But if that doesn’t work, I’ll continue my assault on the Almohads as requested by the Pope - or start a push against the English, who think that they can push my little Spanish people around. I think not!
Ok. I’m done.
For now, at least.