This time it was 3:30 AM when I woke up
I sure miss sleeping. I've been wide awake for over an hour now and I'm not even a little drowsy. I think Spensaur was going to smother me if I kept tossing and turning, so hence me being at the computer. It's weird, normally I'm in bed at 11 pm and don't want to wake up when my alarm beeps at 6:30 AM. The past 3 nights I've conked out by 10 pm and have woken up progressively earlier and earlier. Reminds me of the Stephen King book Insomnia, and I'm just waiting for the "little bald doctors" to wander by.
Life is good, other than progressive insomnia that will eventually allow me to communicate with creatures from another dimension. I think the cold will be leaving in the next 24 to 48 hours, just in time for the weekend. I can't imagine how joyful not being sick will be after 3 weeks of this crap. I turned in a paper to my English class last night and the blessed professor let me go home as soon as I turned it in. It seems a lot of people have heard of pleurisy (which still sounds like a crime committed during the Spanish Inquistion), why haven't I ever heard of it? Anyway, the cold has left me congested and despite my magical lotion-infused tissues, my nose is still red and peeling slighty. I'm not going to hazard a guess to what I looked like. Eesh.
This weekend, well, prolly be goofing around with Spensaur except for a Starfarers of Catan game with Shirk and Neenos. I think we might go to the temple if we're not picking up his film equipment somewhere. Anyway, if anyone's up for boozing up and rioting, lemme know.
I'm going to go back to bed now, am hoping I can drowse for an hour so I don't turn into a caffeine-dependant zombie mid-day. I can see it, me lurching around and moaning with carbonated caramel coloring drooling from my lips...
Life is good, other than progressive insomnia that will eventually allow me to communicate with creatures from another dimension. I think the cold will be leaving in the next 24 to 48 hours, just in time for the weekend. I can't imagine how joyful not being sick will be after 3 weeks of this crap. I turned in a paper to my English class last night and the blessed professor let me go home as soon as I turned it in. It seems a lot of people have heard of pleurisy (which still sounds like a crime committed during the Spanish Inquistion), why haven't I ever heard of it? Anyway, the cold has left me congested and despite my magical lotion-infused tissues, my nose is still red and peeling slighty. I'm not going to hazard a guess to what I looked like. Eesh.
This weekend, well, prolly be goofing around with Spensaur except for a Starfarers of Catan game with Shirk and Neenos. I think we might go to the temple if we're not picking up his film equipment somewhere. Anyway, if anyone's up for boozing up and rioting, lemme know.
I'm going to go back to bed now, am hoping I can drowse for an hour so I don't turn into a caffeine-dependant zombie mid-day. I can see it, me lurching around and moaning with carbonated caramel coloring drooling from my lips...