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Feb. 7th, 2005 10:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aintbrokeMy no-good-terrible-horrible-annoying-obnoxious mood has ended. Please, sound the gong.
On the other hand, the last four days, I've woken up at four fifteen. Four fifteen in the morning. This time of year, that's a good hour before break-of-day. I lie there, staring at the ceiling, wondering what deity is amused by my sudden metamorphosis into my father. I've turned into Mike, people. Someone out there is vastly amused by this, I can tell. By five, I'll've gotten sick of laying around and I stagger out of bed drunk on too little sleep.
I have never had trouble sleeping. I can fall asleep standing up, on a subway, in the middle of a conversation. Any place, any time. Now, it's not falling asleep that's the problem, it's staying there.
What's that about?
In other news: Everyone I know makes fun of me. It's alright, and I'm used to it, because I get that I'm kind of a geeky little person, with amusing quirks and stupid stupid stories. I generally end up feeling as though I ought to be insulted, and yet, can't, because you know, they speak only the truth. But yesterday, Fleesa the brilliant gave me the witty rejoiner I've been waiting for lo these many years. Ten bajillion points to her.
On the other hand, the last four days, I've woken up at four fifteen. Four fifteen in the morning. This time of year, that's a good hour before break-of-day. I lie there, staring at the ceiling, wondering what deity is amused by my sudden metamorphosis into my father. I've turned into Mike, people. Someone out there is vastly amused by this, I can tell. By five, I'll've gotten sick of laying around and I stagger out of bed drunk on too little sleep.
I have never had trouble sleeping. I can fall asleep standing up, on a subway, in the middle of a conversation. Any place, any time. Now, it's not falling asleep that's the problem, it's staying there.
What's that about?
In other news: Everyone I know makes fun of me. It's alright, and I'm used to it, because I get that I'm kind of a geeky little person, with amusing quirks and stupid stupid stories. I generally end up feeling as though I ought to be insulted, and yet, can't, because you know, they speak only the truth. But yesterday, Fleesa the brilliant gave me the witty rejoiner I've been waiting for lo these many years. Ten bajillion points to her.
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Date: 2005-02-08 12:14 am (UTC)<3