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Dec. 13th, 2004 05:53 amYAY INSOMNIA.
Since I got up late yesterday (well, relatively late; sure, there were once days when I was doing well to drag my ass out of bed by ten-thirty, but now ten-thirty is positively hedonistic, and spent the entire daysitting on my ass in front of the computer expending minimum energy, and then kind of stumbled upon a horror movie review site and read a few too many, and then went to bed even though I wasn't tired just because I had to get up for work today - shit, I totally lost track of my sentence. Anyway, rather than falling asleep or anything silly like that, I spent the next four hours in the kind of weird delirium that only comes with insomnia, thinking about zombies ('cos of the reviews) and baseball (to get rid of the zombies, which usually works). And, at some point, I probably played a zombie baseball game in my head. Well, not really. But maybe.
I may have gotten an hour or so of sleep, but I couldn't swear to that in a court of law.
So at three, when I can't shake images of the Dawn of the Dead remake's zombie birth, I decide to get up and chill online for an hour or so, hoping to disrupt the Insomniac Brain Cycle of Stupidity and maybe get a couple hours' sleep before my alarm.
HAHAHAHA. Next time, I'll read a book instead.
Of course, the Internet thing might have worked, if I hadn't wandered over to Tomato Nation to reread Sars's thoughts on (yes)baseball. Because when I go to TN for any purpose other than reading the week's new column, I can never just reread an item or two. I get sucked into the archive for, like, hours, because Sars is one of the funniest people alive.
So at four, I'm wide awake and start toying with the idea of just staying that way.
At quarter of five, I got downstairs to make coffee.
So here I am, at six in the morning, wired on caffeine, hanging out at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
milliways_bar and reading random threads, still at Tomato Nation, writing a pointless and boring LJ entry complete with gratuitous linkage, listening to the Dresden Dolls, and wondering how much fun I'm going to have during my Monday eight-hour shift on (maybe) one hour sleep.
Whee!
Since I got up late yesterday (well, relatively late; sure, there were once days when I was doing well to drag my ass out of bed by ten-thirty, but now ten-thirty is positively hedonistic, and spent the entire day
I may have gotten an hour or so of sleep, but I couldn't swear to that in a court of law.
So at three, when I can't shake images of the Dawn of the Dead remake's zombie birth, I decide to get up and chill online for an hour or so, hoping to disrupt the Insomniac Brain Cycle of Stupidity and maybe get a couple hours' sleep before my alarm.
HAHAHAHA. Next time, I'll read a book instead.
Of course, the Internet thing might have worked, if I hadn't wandered over to Tomato Nation to reread Sars's thoughts on (yes)baseball. Because when I go to TN for any purpose other than reading the week's new column, I can never just reread an item or two. I get sucked into the archive for, like, hours, because Sars is one of the funniest people alive.
So at four, I'm wide awake and start toying with the idea of just staying that way.
At quarter of five, I got downstairs to make coffee.
So here I am, at six in the morning, wired on caffeine, hanging out at
milliways_bar and reading random threads, still at Tomato Nation, writing a pointless and boring LJ entry complete with gratuitous linkage, listening to the Dresden Dolls, and wondering how much fun I'm going to have during my Monday eight-hour shift on (maybe) one hour sleep.Whee!
