...with my words. Mwahaha.
In approximately 1 hour, I will have been up for 24 hours straight. While this is no great accomplishment and is certainly not the first time...this is the first time it's been both involuntary and completely lacking in the category of fun.
Fucking insomnia. A plague on however many houses you have!
A run down of my day, thus far?
2:30: Phone call from Shea.
3: Off phone w/ aforementioned Shea, back to bed.
3-9: Stared at ceiling, watched the sunrise, cursed the day I was born.
9-11:30: Packed, showered, said g'bye to dog and house
11:30-1:30: Drove back home.
2: Dropped all stuff in room, left harassing messages for friends on their doors, left for work.
3-7: Work. Oh the joys of chasing little kids around...
7:30: Back at school. Dinner/chat with Rachel.
8-10: Unpacked, continued chatting with Rachel (received some lovely apples from an orchard in Syracuse)
10-11:20: Chatted with Jo on phone. 29 days til Philly!
11:30-12: Kat returned home. Chatted with her til she left for work. Started laughing hysterically over absolutely nothing.
12: There was a knock, knock, knock on my chamber door. It was l'Adam, begging for a few hours of sleep.
12-12:30: Shower.
12:30-present: Sitting in room, contemplating sleep, wondering if it will elude me, yet again. Dreading tennis. Dreading sunrise. Dreading tomorrow.
Ash is in desperate need of a) sleep and b) non-anxiety ridden down time.
I worry that my roommate grows fearful of my random bouts of semi hysterical laughter.
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Right, because if I was going to fear you, it would definitely be over your laughter. Not, you know, your homicidal tendencies or psychosis. Or your lack of logic.
Also... I strongly recommend removing the option to comment anonymously.
Also, you stole my blog format and I hate you for it.
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