Aug 26, 2005 14:03
Last night I played soccer for two hours with some exchange students from hong kong and my flatmates. When we got home I was like a blow-up doll with a slow leak and just couldn't face going up the stairs to my bedroom to get some sleep and collapsed on the sofa instead. Then we put the ashes on and only then did I find the strength to go. But I couldn't sleep and was pottering around trying to get drunk off wine and didn't crash till 1:30. And I didn't get out of bed until 11:30 this morning and I still feel hammered.
What causes insomnia anyway. Stupid ailment. I had lists and lists of stuff I wanted to do today but it's already 2 and I just couldn't be fucked. Need some spinach. I think I'm going to make an effort to get out of bed at 6am every day like I used to. I got loads of stuff done when I did that. Life was trite but productive.
I think I'll skip my semi-final this sunday. too much pressure. Or there would be if it weren't just sport. I just don't want to hear my friends yell at me because I "wasn't committed enough to the team" (they've actually said that before. tards). I think we're playing Wilberforce. That's a Macquarie town.
BUT, on elating topics, I am now in the process of stooging the man and getting the best price ever for the camera I want. I can get it for $509, but my friend's dad who is a flight steward is going to see if he can shave of another $50 by his magical duty-free connexions. I hate talking about money but I love no having to spend it. And he's a pitbull. He'll save me loads. mad.