Sleepy
I was tired and starving by the time I got home from work yesterday. At 5:30. After some chicken-noodle soup and bread, I’d managed to convince my body I wouldn’t die of starvation. I forced myself to stay awake until 10, even though I could have easily gone to bed at 7 (really - I was already in my pj’s sitting in my bed - it wouldn’t have taken much). I was pretty sure that, regardless of how tired I was, if I went to bed at 7, I’d wake up at midnight and not be able to get back to sleep for several hours, and that’d really kill today. So I knit. And watched TV. And read a little. Until 10 pm finally came and I could take it no more.
And that was my night. I fell asleep long before my TV did (scheduled for 11), and woke up boxed in by cats this morning. And got to work before 9, which is my goal for… March. Really, my goal is to go to bed earlier so I can wake up earlier. Is it bad that I don’t have high hopes for myself, or just realistic?
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and I are trying to put together an exhausting list (not exhaustive) of things to do in Chicago while we’re there. Any things you’d suggest adding?
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showed off her interior decorating talents by picking out some fabulous fabric and having a great idea to design a 



, and consumed, perhaps inhaled, all 4 steak tacos, at which point I thought for sure I should keel over immediately due to meat overdose.)
’s room - she was very funny last night. Apparently very drunk. Quite jovial though. Not as much fun as Kelly-with-wine though. She’s a blast.
is afraid of heights. I can kill a spider if need be. I’ve often embarrassed myself in public in the name of good clean youth group fun.
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, my old youth pastor (April Fool’s Day is a hard one to forget), and a couple of people from high school even though I don’t keep in touch it just sticks in my head anyways. I’ve got most of them in Outlook, which I never check, so that’s not terribly helpful. Basically, if I don’t know it by heart, you’re probably not going to get any notice from me, unless it’s a super-belated “I’m sorry” email.
sitting on my back licking my hair.

, because of their unique personalities)… still, it’s mighty amazing).