A Sleep Whore is what I wanna be when I grow.
A god keeps barking - Wait, what? *cough* Right, anyway... A dog keeps barking and oh dear oh dear do I wish he would shut up...
I woke up at 5:42, as my clock read, in the afternoon. I fell asleep at 8:19 am. I really need to get a hold of my sleep schedule. Though, I'll plead guilty to denying myself the much needed shut-eye on purpose. My mind usually begins getting sleepy at 10 pm, and instead I stay up much longer (7 or so hours) than I really should. And, who was that male fairy whom flew around with sleep dust? I don't remember.
My Aunt D's birthday was yesterday, and mom just got cards for us to send her way. I suppose we're lucky she's in NJ.
God, I open my mouth and all the shit that I didn't want to be heard comes spilling out. Which, I hope, was only because my dad's voice gave me a headache again. He was talking about taxes and how our country should be ruled represented by the people and not the government, how Obama doesn't understand how taxes come about, and why he's choosing to vote for McCain. I got irritated with the fact that I had an oncoming headache and my chest and neck were being a pincushion for particularly painful stabs (and I wondered if my heart was OK), and told him I didn't want to be his political sounding board because he couldn't speak to mother about this sort of stuff; even though, when I'm in a mood that corresponds to his, I like it. URGH.
Mum accosted dad and I with her new glasses, and at the first glance, I didn't even realize she had them on. They look so much better than her old pair, and she reassured me that she wouldn't begin wanting the purples. I kept smiling at her joy; she was so funnily cute.
The hair of mine is hanging near my middle back, and I wanna shave cut it all off. Along with my eyebrows. To be clean. Am I depressed? Or what? I don't know, and I remember a while back the doctors wanted to stick me on anti-depressants for these headaches of mine. Huh. Are the headaches and strange sleeping hours some how related to depression? The neurologist I'm currently seeing wants me to do physical therapy, but for what exact reason, I have no clue. For a head massage? I'd think I'll sooner need a chiropractor to realign something than a physical therapist, but what do I know, right?
The sotret is leaving me with bloody noses that have barely any blood, severely chapped lips, and dry skin for side affects. I've been skimping out on Inderal, damn.
I'm reading a Jasper/Alice fanfic. I love it.
I'm gonna shake a tower now. (Take a shower, stupid).
I woke up at 5:42, as my clock read, in the afternoon. I fell asleep at 8:19 am. I really need to get a hold of my sleep schedule. Though, I'll plead guilty to denying myself the much needed shut-eye on purpose. My mind usually begins getting sleepy at 10 pm, and instead I stay up much longer (7 or so hours) than I really should. And, who was that male fairy whom flew around with sleep dust? I don't remember.
My Aunt D's birthday was yesterday, and mom just got cards for us to send her way. I suppose we're lucky she's in NJ.
God, I open my mouth and all the shit that I didn't want to be heard comes spilling out. Which, I hope, was only because my dad's voice gave me a headache again. He was talking about taxes and how our country should be ruled represented by the people and not the government, how Obama doesn't understand how taxes come about, and why he's choosing to vote for McCain. I got irritated with the fact that I had an oncoming headache and my chest and neck were being a pincushion for particularly painful stabs (and I wondered if my heart was OK), and told him I didn't want to be his political sounding board because he couldn't speak to mother about this sort of stuff; even though, when I'm in a mood that corresponds to his, I like it. URGH.
Mum accosted dad and I with her new glasses, and at the first glance, I didn't even realize she had them on. They look so much better than her old pair, and she reassured me that she wouldn't begin wanting the purples. I kept smiling at her joy; she was so funnily cute.
The hair of mine is hanging near my middle back, and I wanna shave cut it all off. Along with my eyebrows. To be clean. Am I depressed? Or what? I don't know, and I remember a while back the doctors wanted to stick me on anti-depressants for these headaches of mine. Huh. Are the headaches and strange sleeping hours some how related to depression? The neurologist I'm currently seeing wants me to do physical therapy, but for what exact reason, I have no clue. For a head massage? I'd think I'll sooner need a chiropractor to realign something than a physical therapist, but what do I know, right?
The sotret is leaving me with bloody noses that have barely any blood, severely chapped lips, and dry skin for side affects. I've been skimping out on Inderal, damn.
I'm reading a Jasper/Alice fanfic. I love it.
I'm gonna shake a tower now. (Take a shower, stupid).