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Jun. 16th, 2008 08:02 amThe Zweeble is working his way through breakfast.
I am: tired, slightly out of sorts from my bad dreams last night, and developing a sty. It's at that early stage where you can't see it but it hurts whenever you blink. I've not had a sty in ages.
I have got to get my nighttime routine back to normal. Bed by 10:30! By 11 or so, my brain begins to spin around and around, and I can't sleep. Although sometimes that happens at 10:30, too. Or at 4am, when I always freaking wake up. So I think from now on, I'm going to say to hell with it, get up, and read when this happens. Better to be tired and well-read than tired and dealing with panic attacks about stupid things like needing to mow the lawn (seriously, at 4am this becomes Most Important and Tragic in Its Consequences). Perhaps I will work through my unread stack of shame a little faster.
You know, thinking on it, 4am is paranoia and panic; 11 or so is always crazy squirrel brain. Onething, anotherthing, waitevenanotherthing, heywhataboutthisthing?! It's like popcorn in there. Still, reading will be good for that, too, I'd think.
In other news, watched the Tonys and am now impatiently awaiting Xanadu to release community theatre rights so that I can see![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jkason in knee-high athletic socks and sneakers, cutoffs, a tank top, and a bandanna, singing a love song to a roller skate. Though I could see him in the production of Cry-Baby that I am sure a certain director is bound to do when the time comes ...
I am: tired, slightly out of sorts from my bad dreams last night, and developing a sty. It's at that early stage where you can't see it but it hurts whenever you blink. I've not had a sty in ages.
I have got to get my nighttime routine back to normal. Bed by 10:30! By 11 or so, my brain begins to spin around and around, and I can't sleep. Although sometimes that happens at 10:30, too. Or at 4am, when I always freaking wake up. So I think from now on, I'm going to say to hell with it, get up, and read when this happens. Better to be tired and well-read than tired and dealing with panic attacks about stupid things like needing to mow the lawn (seriously, at 4am this becomes Most Important and Tragic in Its Consequences). Perhaps I will work through my unread stack of shame a little faster.
You know, thinking on it, 4am is paranoia and panic; 11 or so is always crazy squirrel brain. Onething, anotherthing, waitevenanotherthing, heywhataboutthisthing?! It's like popcorn in there. Still, reading will be good for that, too, I'd think.
In other news, watched the Tonys and am now impatiently awaiting Xanadu to release community theatre rights so that I can see
jkason in knee-high athletic socks and sneakers, cutoffs, a tank top, and a bandanna, singing a love song to a roller skate. Though I could see him in the production of Cry-Baby that I am sure a certain director is bound to do when the time comes ...
