Sep 02, 2007 02:27
It's 2:30am.
I can't sleep.
I had a mocha from Starbucks at around 9pm. I know I shouldn't, but I hadn't had one in a long time.
Now I'm paying for it.
I'm sitting here in the dark living room watching infomercials, playing spider solitaire, and updating this thing.
I was in bed for over an hour just tossing and turning; I just had to get up to do something till I got sleepy. It's weird because I'm tired, but I can't manage to fall sleep.
I hate this. Even the evil cat's asleep. The dog's asleep. I bet that even the turtle is sleeping, except Carmen.
On a good note, Hilary's coming down on Tuesday night. Should be here right before midnight. We get to hang out without having a wedding on the horizon.
Tonight I went to a freaking 15th birthday party that I was not planning to go to. It was hot in there, I think the AC was broken or something. That's why we went to Starbucks to hang out. That killed about an hour.
Now I can't sleep.
I blame it all on the retarded birthday party. Right now I could be sleeping, but I'm wide awake writing something that no one even reads.
Beats staring at the ceiling.