In case you were wondering how I'm doing? I'm miserable......
I'm so spoiled.
Right now I say I am miserable, but it's not like anyone DIED or anything, I just am.. feeling miserable.
I'm up north for a family event involving family I am largely estranged from (and I'm okay with that situation, well, not the fact that I have to be here now, but the fact that we never communicate otherwise.) Basically, I said I didn't want to come, and my family members overruled me and group plane tickets were bought, and here I am.
At least I didn't have to pay.. in dollars. (I did however, have to take Thu + Fri off work, so to me -and my boss- that counts.)
Now, here I sit. The lone asshole, up at 5-goddamned am... Actually I wokeup at 3:30, and I'm STILL up at 5-goddamned-am... I couldn't sleep.
The matress I'm assigned to is hard, and I'm by the wall/window. Outside the damn frickin FREEZING cold air is hissing through the window at me. I've lived in FL for so long now, I am NOT used to this shit. I don't like it. I kinda froze my arm in an uncomfortabel position trying to fall asleep when I went to bed around midnight.. I couldn't fall asleep, but I am sharing the room with my 3 other siblings so I had to lay quietly, wide awake, feeling the drafty currents of wet air blow on me.
I did try to huddle under the sheet, but I am not comfortable, not tired, not warm, and not in a dark room (my 7-year old brother requires a nightlight and an ajar door so his mom (who is in the room across the hall) can be accessed at any time.
I wasn't allowed to read, to get sleepy, and I was too stupid to drug myself earlier with Tylenol OM or some crap, which might've solved this problem.
Now I finally just got up and found refuge in their office room. It's 5:30 now and finally I feel a little sleepy, but I know I won't be comfy in that room, sadly.
It's weird. I mean, my arm hurts, I'm vaguely nauseous, I was cold, but I put on TWO more sweaters, I just don't feel good. I think I might be getting a cold, I have the sniffles. I realize I'm complaining but I can't help it right now.
Plus, I found out that the person whose wedding we are attending tomorrow (that I didn't even really care to go to at all) decided to do "creative seating" and breakup my entire family (the only people I can really stand in this whole group) and we're all sitting seperately.
I have decided that I am NOT in the "creative" mood, and I'm crashing and creating a "sisters table".
Yeah, you heard me. The situation is so dire my SISTERS and I are compadres against the greater forces of tyranny and darkness...
So you know it must be something!
Oh yeah, and just so you know, my arm hurts cause amongst the millions of Floridian layers I had to compound to create a pseudo-winter garb outfit I could barely move all day as we hung around downtown, (which that part of this trip was actually quite fun, and I will write about later, and post pics!).. and I had all these bags to carry, (no one but my brought mine, and so naturally everyone's stuff landed in my bag)... The bag was diagonal across me but it was pulling down on my neck/shoulder, and my camera was around my neck, as were my scarves, and collar of one sweater, and my jacket.. and all that weight, and bunched uppy ness.. UGGGH.
I took 3 tylenol now, so maybe I will be sleepy or at least able to lie there and "rest" by 6am. I'll probably be ready to sleep right about when my lil brother wakes up. He is seven and he does none of the typical wakeup maneuvers.. you know.. no soft groan of "oh, it's morning already?".. no turn this way, that way, stretch, open eyeballs, look around, sit up, edge to side of mattress, slowly awaken and arise....
Nooo............
He's seven. He CATAPOULTS from bed as though launched by a rocket. He goes from zero to about nine-million in ONE second. He's octave levels don't begin the day at "raspy whisper"... but rather something more like a raucous.. 10 .. on the noise scale.
I'll give him one thing, the kid is EXHUBERANT!
I wonder when I stopped being so similarly energized every freaking waking moment.......
Weird.
Anyhow, I'm feeling kinda desperate, and I should probably try to feign sleep, so my body at least feels rested and not all knotted into this tense glut of stress like it does right now...
Tomorrow (well, later today, in a few hours actually) is the "big event"....
Whoopee.
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Right now I say I am miserable, but it's not like anyone DIED or anything, I just am.. feeling miserable.
I'm up north for a family event involving family I am largely estranged from (and I'm okay with that situation, well, not the fact that I have to be here now, but the fact that we never communicate otherwise.) Basically, I said I didn't want to come, and my family members overruled me and group plane tickets were bought, and here I am.
At least I didn't have to pay.. in dollars. (I did however, have to take Thu + Fri off work, so to me -and my boss- that counts.)
Now, here I sit. The lone asshole, up at 5-goddamned am... Actually I wokeup at 3:30, and I'm STILL up at 5-goddamned-am... I couldn't sleep.
The matress I'm assigned to is hard, and I'm by the wall/window. Outside the damn frickin FREEZING cold air is hissing through the window at me. I've lived in FL for so long now, I am NOT used to this shit. I don't like it. I kinda froze my arm in an uncomfortabel position trying to fall asleep when I went to bed around midnight.. I couldn't fall asleep, but I am sharing the room with my 3 other siblings so I had to lay quietly, wide awake, feeling the drafty currents of wet air blow on me.
I did try to huddle under the sheet, but I am not comfortable, not tired, not warm, and not in a dark room (my 7-year old brother requires a nightlight and an ajar door so his mom (who is in the room across the hall) can be accessed at any time.
I wasn't allowed to read, to get sleepy, and I was too stupid to drug myself earlier with Tylenol OM or some crap, which might've solved this problem.
Now I finally just got up and found refuge in their office room. It's 5:30 now and finally I feel a little sleepy, but I know I won't be comfy in that room, sadly.
It's weird. I mean, my arm hurts, I'm vaguely nauseous, I was cold, but I put on TWO more sweaters, I just don't feel good. I think I might be getting a cold, I have the sniffles. I realize I'm complaining but I can't help it right now.
Plus, I found out that the person whose wedding we are attending tomorrow (that I didn't even really care to go to at all) decided to do "creative seating" and breakup my entire family (the only people I can really stand in this whole group) and we're all sitting seperately.
I have decided that I am NOT in the "creative" mood, and I'm crashing and creating a "sisters table".
Yeah, you heard me. The situation is so dire my SISTERS and I are compadres against the greater forces of tyranny and darkness...
So you know it must be something!
Oh yeah, and just so you know, my arm hurts cause amongst the millions of Floridian layers I had to compound to create a pseudo-winter garb outfit I could barely move all day as we hung around downtown, (which that part of this trip was actually quite fun, and I will write about later, and post pics!).. and I had all these bags to carry, (no one but my brought mine, and so naturally everyone's stuff landed in my bag)... The bag was diagonal across me but it was pulling down on my neck/shoulder, and my camera was around my neck, as were my scarves, and collar of one sweater, and my jacket.. and all that weight, and bunched uppy ness.. UGGGH.
I took 3 tylenol now, so maybe I will be sleepy or at least able to lie there and "rest" by 6am. I'll probably be ready to sleep right about when my lil brother wakes up. He is seven and he does none of the typical wakeup maneuvers.. you know.. no soft groan of "oh, it's morning already?".. no turn this way, that way, stretch, open eyeballs, look around, sit up, edge to side of mattress, slowly awaken and arise....
Nooo............
He's seven. He CATAPOULTS from bed as though launched by a rocket. He goes from zero to about nine-million in ONE second. He's octave levels don't begin the day at "raspy whisper"... but rather something more like a raucous.. 10 .. on the noise scale.
I'll give him one thing, the kid is EXHUBERANT!
I wonder when I stopped being so similarly energized every freaking waking moment.......
Weird.
Anyhow, I'm feeling kinda desperate, and I should probably try to feign sleep, so my body at least feels rested and not all knotted into this tense glut of stress like it does right now...
Tomorrow (well, later today, in a few hours actually) is the "big event"....
Whoopee.
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