Dec 05, 2005 22:59
Sleep and I haven't been on good terms lately. I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised, though. My old friend Depression has been hanging around lately, and Sleep and Depression have this sort of love-hate relationship. When Depression comes calling, Sleep will either hang around incessantly or head for the hills. Guess who's in the hills?
Naturally, this isn't exactly good for my health, physical or mental. I got three hours of sleep last night and spent much of today dizzy, headachey, and nauseous. Unfortunately not a rare occurrence, but not usually this bad. I had damn well better get some sleep tonight, though. I have a concert tomorrow night. And one Friday night, and another on Sunday night. I'm going to kill myself at the rate I'm going. Just keel over or something. Well, I'm exaggerating, but today was mostly crappy.
I just need to get off my lazy butt and do something, but something's got me frozen. Couldn't tell you what. I'm a mess, though you couldn't tell it from everyday interaction. At least I remembered to eat today. My "of course I'm fine, everything's wonderful" mask is getting more wear than it has in a while.
On a happier note, my parent's sent me cheesecake. And it's good cheesecake, too.
Dizzy now. Need to go to sleep. Gods, I sound pathetic and whiny, but I just needed to get that out.
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