Noooo!
Okay, this "I don't sleep well" thing is officially turning into an Issue for me.
To anyone who deserves a reply to their comments (or a head-start on Brendon/Ryan research): it's coming. But not today, because I have to go to work. It's 8:30, and I got two and a half hours of sleep last night, and I don't think I've slept more than five hours in, like, a week and a half, and I'm kind of edging into madness. So I don't trust myself to write anything that's spelled correctly and/or at all thoughtful, or to hide my nefarious antics from my boss. At the moment, I don't even trust myself to open the rodent's cage and feed him, despite the fact that he is making an unholy racket of the first order, because he is Stealthy Like Very Noisy Bumbling Furry Ninja and might actually get loose. I'm that useless.
Starting Thursday, I swear, the go-to-bed pill GOES IN MY MOUTH at night like it's supposed to, and the get-up pills STOP AFTER EIGHT like SENSIBLE PEOPLE DO.
PS.
nafs: 1 CS presale ticket, coming up! Gabe, *finally finally finally*! YAYY
[tries to celebrate, trips on hem of pajama pants, continues flailing weakly from floor as rodent screeches "helpfully"] Oh, *cry*.
To anyone who deserves a reply to their comments (or a head-start on Brendon/Ryan research): it's coming. But not today, because I have to go to work. It's 8:30, and I got two and a half hours of sleep last night, and I don't think I've slept more than five hours in, like, a week and a half, and I'm kind of edging into madness. So I don't trust myself to write anything that's spelled correctly and/or at all thoughtful, or to hide my nefarious antics from my boss. At the moment, I don't even trust myself to open the rodent's cage and feed him, despite the fact that he is making an unholy racket of the first order, because he is Stealthy Like Very Noisy Bumbling Furry Ninja and might actually get loose. I'm that useless.
Starting Thursday, I swear, the go-to-bed pill GOES IN MY MOUTH at night like it's supposed to, and the get-up pills STOP AFTER EIGHT like SENSIBLE PEOPLE DO.
PS.
nafs: 1 CS presale ticket, coming up! Gabe, *finally finally finally*! YAYY
[tries to celebrate, trips on hem of pajama pants, continues flailing weakly from floor as rodent screeches "helpfully"] Oh, *cry*.