1) I'm flea bombing today and the house isn't ready.
2) Sweetie isn't here to help out or to calm me down.
3) I got three hours of sleep last night.

Ergo - Things aren't good right now.

PS:
4) I'm hysterical part of the time.
I don't know if this last part is implied or not by the previous three, but...
well...

So when it turns out I've stayed up too late, what do I do?

( Let the near-endless rambling begin! )

Changing the time I take my medication from evening before bed to morning turns out to be non-trivial. First I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack in another second, then I feel panicky over the slightest things, and now I'm waiting to see what happens next. Sweetie is the only thing in this entire house keeping me from freaking out ( Read more... )

I'm going to try to go to sleep now.

I pray to His Noodley Greatness I can actually sleep and not just lie there on the bed like an idiot.

Approaching 28 hours without sleep.
I'm starting to feel wired, but not tired.

Ah, insomnia. Racing thoughts, but as Sweetie put it this morning, it's like a car on ice -- the wheels are spinning, but they're not going anywhere.

I lay in bed from 9pm until 2:45am. I'm not going into town. I can't raise ssatva to let him know, so I'm hoping _pollox gets this so he can spread the word ( Read more... )

Last night was not fun.
Note to Self: pork chops OR lima beans 'n ham, but not bothSomewhere around 1am I awoke feeling nauseous, so I went and threw up, which eventually made me feel somewhat better ( Read more... )

I'm still trying to get my act together. You know, assuming I have anything as entertaining as an Act.

( A rant, sort of. )

( The 21 Point List )

Sweetie's back at work now ( Read more... )