Aaaaaaand I'm up.
It's 3:28 in the ay-em. I'm working from home today, otherwise I'd be pissed that insomnia has struck again.
It's amazing the number of things I can do in the total darkness. For instance, just now I went potty (natch), found my clothes, turned both pants and shirt right-side out, dressed, took my huffer (asthma is SO 1997), found the exact book I wanted from the row of books on top of my dresser, un-plugged my laptop (currently 2:29 remaining of battery power and falling) (spot the rather vague reference), and came out into the living room. All without waking Calvin up. I'm pretty sure.
An insomniac's mad skillz.
Calvin painted my toenails yesterday while we were watching TV - a very pretty shade of red. I pestered him into it but he was very good natured about it. He did a much better job than I would have, I must say. Unhappy feelings have blown over and we managed to have a rather warm-fuzzy weekend. An occasional argument doesn't kill us, but I sure do hate 'em. We just aren't good at staying mad at each other, which is certainly a skill I don't wish to improve upon.
I am homesick in a totally retarded way. So much so that I called my Uncle Fred on Friday just because I knew he was at Grandma's (now his) house and I could at least talk to someone that was hoooooome. And I actually did feel better. He and I haven't always gotten along, but time and distance have improved upon our relationship. He's really quite a much mellower version of the man that used to intimidate the bejeezus out of me when I was little.
Wouldn't it be nice if we could expect everyone to get nicer as they get older. Including ourselves.
Okay. I'm going to go poke around the internet for a while.
It's amazing the number of things I can do in the total darkness. For instance, just now I went potty (natch), found my clothes, turned both pants and shirt right-side out, dressed, took my huffer (asthma is SO 1997), found the exact book I wanted from the row of books on top of my dresser, un-plugged my laptop (currently 2:29 remaining of battery power and falling) (spot the rather vague reference), and came out into the living room. All without waking Calvin up. I'm pretty sure.
An insomniac's mad skillz.
Calvin painted my toenails yesterday while we were watching TV - a very pretty shade of red. I pestered him into it but he was very good natured about it. He did a much better job than I would have, I must say. Unhappy feelings have blown over and we managed to have a rather warm-fuzzy weekend. An occasional argument doesn't kill us, but I sure do hate 'em. We just aren't good at staying mad at each other, which is certainly a skill I don't wish to improve upon.
I am homesick in a totally retarded way. So much so that I called my Uncle Fred on Friday just because I knew he was at Grandma's (now his) house and I could at least talk to someone that was hoooooome. And I actually did feel better. He and I haven't always gotten along, but time and distance have improved upon our relationship. He's really quite a much mellower version of the man that used to intimidate the bejeezus out of me when I was little.
Wouldn't it be nice if we could expect everyone to get nicer as they get older. Including ourselves.
Okay. I'm going to go poke around the internet for a while.
Labels: insomnia
I'm getting crankier the older I get. ;)
Posted by
Heather |
5:04 PM