I'm broken
Great day to be at the park. No one is here. Just us and the fog. The stone tower gateway looks awesome in the fog. Thought I'd post a little update before I head on down to the "Crazy" Cravens' House. Hopefully this rain keeps the crowd down to a reasonable size. If not, I'll just lock myself in the stone dairy and hide in the fire place. Eh, suppose it's not that bad. Today is going by relativelyfast. Thought it wouldnever get here. Had an annoying spell of insominia last night. I think it started as soon as I got home. The register rebelled and refused to print a Z report. Everything was perfect...PERFECT...not a cent over or under and then it decides to do that.
And in case people didn't already know, my patiences for the electronic is nil.
So, I get home and I swear my face and arms were hot for a good hour afterwards thanks to those moments of intense frustration. My back has hurt lately, too. Last night I attempted to double team it with drugs AND chocolate. Not much result. Still hurts. What it needed was exercise; I've been too lazy as of late. If last night's weather weren't so ominous, I would have walked around for an hour or so...I tried...sat near the door like some delirious member of bedlam. Fed my restless nature with spinach dip, cake, and haiwaiian bread. Also was amused by Corrine's poor combat knife skills.
I expected to be ready for bed by midnight, my usual departure time. No such luck. The last time I remember looking at my watch it was 4:50. I invaded Josh's guest room, aka the living room, and almost fell asleep a couple times...until I accidentally choked on my own spit. Startling way to wake up, let me assure you.
Despite my two hour sleep toll, I feel pretty good. Must have just been one of those days where I had restless energy to spare and no place to spare it. A night on that futon will teach me...
And in case people didn't already know, my patiences for the electronic is nil.
So, I get home and I swear my face and arms were hot for a good hour afterwards thanks to those moments of intense frustration. My back has hurt lately, too. Last night I attempted to double team it with drugs AND chocolate. Not much result. Still hurts. What it needed was exercise; I've been too lazy as of late. If last night's weather weren't so ominous, I would have walked around for an hour or so...I tried...sat near the door like some delirious member of bedlam. Fed my restless nature with spinach dip, cake, and haiwaiian bread. Also was amused by Corrine's poor combat knife skills.
I expected to be ready for bed by midnight, my usual departure time. No such luck. The last time I remember looking at my watch it was 4:50. I invaded Josh's guest room, aka the living room, and almost fell asleep a couple times...until I accidentally choked on my own spit. Startling way to wake up, let me assure you.
Despite my two hour sleep toll, I feel pretty good. Must have just been one of those days where I had restless energy to spare and no place to spare it. A night on that futon will teach me...