The Daylight Challenge
I'm starting to think that I may have insomnia. Or, at the very least, I'm just not tired anymore. The past few nights I've been going to bed at around 3am. I crawl into bed around midnight, maybe 12:30am, but I just lay there. Tossing, turning. I can't sleep. It's starting to get a little annoying.
Firstly, Happy Birthday, Emily!! I've long said that her birthday (which is just a few days after mine) makes me feel older than my own do. Somehow, this year is an exception to that. 23 just doesn't sound as old as 27. Twenty three years old, though. Wow -- I mean, that's 11 years. Far and away the longest friendship I've ever had. Next year, will be pretty huge, as it will be the 50% mark. We'll have been friends for 12 years, and we met when she was 12. Yikes.
This week has been awful quiet, and I've been just fine with that. I've been enjoying the time at home alone (gasp!), getting small things around the apartment done. I hung with Mallory on Monday, and a little last night. But today and Tuesday I had to myself. I cleaned up my room a little bit, got my finances in order, got caught up on the last two episodes of How I Met Your Mother and Fringe, a little bit of this, a little bit of that. It's been pretty okay.
Tomorrow, though, is where the fun really begins. Charrmaine is coming down for the weekend. I'll be picking her up tomorrow from the train station. She'll be crashing here for two nights, and heading back up sunday morning. We have no real plans except to simply talk and get each other caught up.
And, oh yes -- there will be drinks.
Saturday evening I've invited a handful of old Borders mates to hang and celebrate in the Charrmaine-in-town-ness. This will be the 2nd time I've seen them since I said I no longer plan to hang with them. So, you can clearly see I'm a mad of my words.
I've been giving thought about a Halloween party. I need to commit one way or another before it becomes too last-minute. I just know that if I decide to do it, I'm gonna have to decorate my place somehow. Which... means money.
I've been fighting out those horrible thoughts about death. I'm well aware that existential crisis of mine won't ever be cured, but I'm trying my best to keep it to a minimum. To be perfectly honest - it's really quite debilitating. It comes on like a wave... and the rest of the day is shot. I'm not able to get back on track.
I find it pretty funny that my head is always flooded with ideas to write about, but as soon as I start writing--
Goodnight Moon.
Not out of the woods yet.