I finally ended up falling asleep on the couch at around 3:00. I woke up a few hours later, sweating like a fat guy, because I was in my sweats and covered in three blankets, but I was too disoriented to change either of these things, because I was sleeping on the couch with the lights on, and you know how that will mess you up.
So I ended up sleeping in way later than I usually do (but not TOO late, because if last night repeats itself I'm going to stab myself in the ear with a q-tip really hard and see if I can't puncture something) which threw my whole day back a few hours, shifting my afternoon-ravenous-cupboard-emptying frenzy to RIGHT NOW. But I've eaten all the crackers and all the bagels and the banana chips have gone stale and nothing else is immediately edible.
I am an angry fish.
2 comments:
Are you an angry fish or an odd duck?
Something to ponder the next time you can't sleep or wake up disoriented.
Don't be angry, fish. Angry fish = dirty dishes and no one likes an angry dirty fish dish. That's right.
Can you tell I'm going crazy on the Sunshine Coast?! Ha cha cha!
'bitzlkih' says my verification word and 'bitzlkih' is how I feel.
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