I really should be going to bed right now.

I really should not be scheming up ways to make the car's trunk as creepy as possible for the church's parking lot trick-or-treating.
(Skeleton gets to come out and play...the poor thing hadn't been unpacked since Ship.)

I really should be rehearsing Habanera.

I really should not be applying to another ( Read more... )

Well, RPing is going quite well & taking up a lot of my extra time. Sleep is still a rarity, but I'm going to the Dr's soon enough (the 14th). I like the girl's I'm RPing with...yesterday when it was quiet in the chat room I started singing Little Plastic Castle by Ani DiFranco & one of the other girls joined in & we had a nice little typed sing- ( Read more... )

This is what happens when one of my lovely Scottish cousins reads my journal and decides to fix my insomnia...by calling me up at 3:00 am and singing me an old ballad. Not sleep, oh no...a Luna/Ginny fic.
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Stupid bloody insomnia...*growl* I know I don't sleep much, but damn it, some would be nice! I'm thisclose to trying to go to the evil Drs. to get something so I can sleep like a semi-normal person, but my hatred of Drs. is stopping me ( Read more... )