May 16, 2006 09:46
I can't dance
I can't sleep
I'm just laying here trying to count some sheep
I can't dance
I can't sleep
I'm just laying here watching my TV...
Okay. So I can't sleep. Memo to self: don't down 3 cans of Coke while trying to stay up and work on the 15 writing projects you've got going. In case you missed it, or you've got so many people on your friends list that you missed it, I wrote a short story last entry. Go check that out. Also, in the space of me having written my last entry, Brandon has reappeared in my IM window to spout off more about how I need to learn what the truth of our relationship is and how some other girl that he's talking to thinks he's just oh so absolutely right and how he's managed to unspool again. Am I entirely wrong for just egging him on by being calm, cool, and occasionally non-responsive? The last thing that showed up in my window [because I like watching his train wreck in an odd sort of way] was this:
[03:25] brandonfaidherbe: :( Your so dumb about all of this...... I can't believe you.
[03:25] *** Auto-response sent to brandonfaidherbe: Sleep > you.
[03:25] brandonfaidherbe: BAH
[03:29] brandonfaidherbe: You idiot, I wouldn't have even messaged you if I didn't want to salvage the relationship.
[03:29] *** Auto-response sent to brandonfaidherbe: Sleep > you.
[03:30] brandonfaidherbe: Those skeletons I am trying to remove.........
[03:30] brandonfaidherbe: but your too dumb to realize it
[03:30] brandonfaidherbe: You just think I am here to argue.
[03:30] brandonfaidherbe: Go back to bed kid.
[03:30] brandonfaidherbe: When you wake the fuck up, talk to me.
*giggle* See?
I have to laugh about it - the time for being honestly depressed about it is long gone. Oh, feel free to toss an @yahoo.com on the end of his ID on the off chance you want to tell him how dumb he is. I don't think you guys will, but you gotta admit, the thought is nice.
Dammit, I didn't even get a chance to play Suikoden IV today. Well, yesterday. I'll fix that today.
I just realized why I have this case of insomnia sorta. Granted, part of it is the Coke, but part of it is that where if someone was in my life close to me, the feel of their arms would pretty much put me out, I'm lying in a king sized bed all by my damn self. How unfair is that? And while on occasion I've conjured up images of scenarios I wouldn't mind seeing so that I could drift happily off to slumberland [pillows work nicely here], it's just not the same. Stupid pillows can't hold me back no matter how hard I squeeze them.
Wonder what's up with LJ...I haven't been able to get on there at all tonight. Am I missing something there?
Anyway, it's now 512AM and I'm gonna try to go back to sleep. I'll see all you fabulous possums tomorrow.
PS to Eric: I'm sitting here, watching Cheap Seats [where the Sklar brothers take ol sports shows and just cheese them up, right?] and they did the one about wrestling. One of them says, "It's refreshing that in an era of wrestling where anyone with a syringe and a dream can be a star, we can still go back to the good old days, where these poor fat slobs put it out there on the line for entertainment."
I just had to wake up and put that on there to make Eric laugh. PS: 1 800 96 JERRY. You know I love you, bro.
genesis,
stuff,
brandon