And the alien did decree: "Better question: when will I wake up?"
Bah; I'm being pulled off lithium. So -- so far, my weaning has led to 3-4 days of sheer productivity; somehow, I managed to squeak in a shitload of socializing, as well. Within this social boom, I saw Lauren of Salmon Arm. She was nice, but not girlfriend material. I will decline visiting her place this week. Mostly on the grounds of now having issues staying awake. Yeah -- today? Slept until 7 PM. Not even the idea of visiting Jay roused me from my drowsy slumber. I called my parents/Dad answered. I was so out of it; all I remember is him saying, "Let's do coffee Monday." Yeah; he's drunk, and I'm sleep-stoned. Weird combination. Lots of pauses. Gay Kyle called at 7; hence, when I woke up. I was having dreams about struggles; had a dream that Kyle broke my crochet hook -- and he actually did, later on. We watched Dark Angel; that show is a little too action-packed to translate Japanese during. Too many Earl Greys later, I'm all revved up, and ready to get shit done. Ah, when will I sleep? Better question: when will I wake up? |
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