God(dess) I could almost
kill for a couple of hours of sleep.
The
skin under my eyes feel like 5lb. weights are pulling it to the floor, my eyes
themselves burn, and my brain, well... I don't know where it's hiding.
I could try blaming it on a magnetically
reversed, high-latitude sunspot that emerged on the surface of the sun at the
end of last week, but that would then only account for several days of
sleeplessness, not weeks.
Endless hours of infomercial watching and
delirium in the wee hours of the morning has resulted in me finding a trial
version of Proactive and a set of Hercules Hooks in my mailbox this
afternoon. Guess I'll be zit free while
looking for heavy stuff to hang on my wall.
I've tried reading the driest of material in hopes of boring myself to
sleep, only to learn that the reason I wasn't getting any sound out of my
speakers when I put in a cd was because, according to the schematics... I had
the damn thing plugged into the wrong port on my receiver. I should really try reading stereo
instructions *before* attempting to hook things up. Who wouldda thunk?
The house is usually in a certain state of
disarray... organized clutter if you will.
But not these days. Vacuuming... there's something almost enchanting
about waltzing at midnight with your hoover.
My poor animals are wondering why I have created this new schedule for
them. Their sleepy eyes blinking at me in wonder as I wake them to go outside
to "go potty". I know I heard
Dexter whisper to Sachi on the way out the door....
"Aren't *we* the one's
who are supposed to wake *her* up when we have to go?"
Sachi warned him to just do his business and
be thankful I didn't have the ball in hand.
When sleep does finally decide to tease me... it's usually at 4:45. The alarm goes off at 5:00.
*whine*... oh god(dess) just a couple more
minutes...
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