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dragonlady7Why can't I manage to get more than six hours of sleep in a night?
Why?
I am extremely annoyed.
I am sick, and exhausted, and I need sleep. But I couldn't get to sleep until after midnight last night, and this morning at six-thirty I turned over in my half-waking, and somehow snagged the cord for my keyboard (resting on the dresser by the bed) so that it fell on my head.
And then I couldn't get back to sleep. I lay here for two hours, and sleep wouldn't take me.
I have never been the type not to be able to sleep. This is stupid and ridiculous.
I tell you when I'm going to be able to sleep again. I'm going to get wonderfully, lethargically sleepy at around eleven.
And I'll have to leave at 11:30 to go to work.
That's just how it works now. I come home exhausted and have too much thinking to do to get to sleep, and then I wake up early and can't sleep more, and then I'm ready for a nap just in time for work. SO DUMB. Grr.
Now back to your more-positive me:
Happy Boxing Day! For some reason, a really childish part of me always feels really let-down after Christmas, looking at all the loot I got and seeing how much smaller it is without all the elaborate packaging. But I'm working hard at not doing that this year, and what's staving it off is that the present I was anticipating most, I haven't gotten to open yet-- the big present from Dave to me. He forgot it at his mom's house and I'm dying to know what's in it, but I have no way of knowing. So that's driving me nuts, instead of my usual day-after-Christmas materialistic blues. :)
Why?
I am extremely annoyed.
I am sick, and exhausted, and I need sleep. But I couldn't get to sleep until after midnight last night, and this morning at six-thirty I turned over in my half-waking, and somehow snagged the cord for my keyboard (resting on the dresser by the bed) so that it fell on my head.
And then I couldn't get back to sleep. I lay here for two hours, and sleep wouldn't take me.
I have never been the type not to be able to sleep. This is stupid and ridiculous.
I tell you when I'm going to be able to sleep again. I'm going to get wonderfully, lethargically sleepy at around eleven.
And I'll have to leave at 11:30 to go to work.
That's just how it works now. I come home exhausted and have too much thinking to do to get to sleep, and then I wake up early and can't sleep more, and then I'm ready for a nap just in time for work. SO DUMB. Grr.
Now back to your more-positive me:
Happy Boxing Day! For some reason, a really childish part of me always feels really let-down after Christmas, looking at all the loot I got and seeing how much smaller it is without all the elaborate packaging. But I'm working hard at not doing that this year, and what's staving it off is that the present I was anticipating most, I haven't gotten to open yet-- the big present from Dave to me. He forgot it at his mom's house and I'm dying to know what's in it, but I have no way of knowing. So that's driving me nuts, instead of my usual day-after-Christmas materialistic blues. :)
