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The narcoleptic
Jan. 10th, 2005 02:27 pmI slept the clock around and then some -- 11pm to 1am. This is evidence that my plan will work beautifully once I stop my morning Ativan. That starts today. These sleepless nights have been part of a minor depression, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
corcoran, so I'm going to get my rhythms back into whack and see if that helps. I don't want to think about the possibility of the meds no longer working.
You want a New Year's resolution? I resolve to pay attention to the things happening in my government and to try and stop the bad stuff. I don't like the idea of being drafted, especially considering my talents in the language field make me Grade A beef.
Still going to be a lawyer. I have too much fun arguing with people.
Woke up thismorning afternoon and found two of my babies on my bed. ^_^
Teeth hurt. I think one of the wisdom bastards is trying to come in. Well, I can bear it.
Still no period. I hate 29-day cycles because it means I get to wait and wait and wait.
Am probably moving into Cannon in a week -- more room. I need my space, and 11' x 6.6' isn't enough. We measured the other day; I'd hardly have room to turn around in there.
Am still a slut in my dreams. Last night, I kissed yet another gorgeous bloke. Of course, I also dreamed I was a farm boy in love with his schoolmate/neighbour whose grandparents tried to move him from Nebraska to freakin' Honeoye, NY. (Not to be confused with Honeoye Falls. They are, believe it or don't, two different places.) Still don't know if that last story had a happy ending or not. My dream claimed it didn't, but I thought about it, and why would the dream-boy know how his own life ended? It's preposterous. He had to have fought his way back to his friend. He had to!
Read a gorgeous HH fic today. It's by Fubsycations (gods, that name brings back memories!) and it's recced on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
crack_van. Mmm, Edrington!fic.
Still cannot get over the loveliness of this song. Mmmmm.
Okay, enough rambling. Talk to me, lovelies.
Miss C
corcoran, so I'm going to get my rhythms back into whack and see if that helps. I don't want to think about the possibility of the meds no longer working. You want a New Year's resolution? I resolve to pay attention to the things happening in my government and to try and stop the bad stuff. I don't like the idea of being drafted, especially considering my talents in the language field make me Grade A beef.
Still going to be a lawyer. I have too much fun arguing with people.
Woke up this
Teeth hurt. I think one of the wisdom bastards is trying to come in. Well, I can bear it.
Still no period. I hate 29-day cycles because it means I get to wait and wait and wait.
Am probably moving into Cannon in a week -- more room. I need my space, and 11' x 6.6' isn't enough. We measured the other day; I'd hardly have room to turn around in there.
Am still a slut in my dreams. Last night, I kissed yet another gorgeous bloke. Of course, I also dreamed I was a farm boy in love with his schoolmate/neighbour whose grandparents tried to move him from Nebraska to freakin' Honeoye, NY. (Not to be confused with Honeoye Falls. They are, believe it or don't, two different places.) Still don't know if that last story had a happy ending or not. My dream claimed it didn't, but I thought about it, and why would the dream-boy know how his own life ended? It's preposterous. He had to have fought his way back to his friend. He had to!
Read a gorgeous HH fic today. It's by Fubsycations (gods, that name brings back memories!) and it's recced on
crack_van. Mmm, Edrington!fic. Still cannot get over the loveliness of this song. Mmmmm.
Okay, enough rambling. Talk to me, lovelies.
Miss C