Argh

[evilhippo]

I wish I could SLEEP at NIGHT when a normal human being is SUPPOSED TO. Arghgrrblarghrrrrr. Freaking insomnia. (Freaking too many ideas keeping me up at night lately, and me with way to act on them. It's only when there's nothing I can do about my ideas that they ever come to me. By the time I can accomplish them, I never care anymore. It's a vicious cycle.)

I NEED TO BE AWAKE IN THE MORNING OTHERWISE I'LL DIE AND GET EVICTED AND NOT FINISH MY JOB APPLICATIONS. Frak frak frak. Why am I still awake? I swear I didn't drink that much tea. And it was green tea! There's hardly any caffeine in that anyway. Grrrr, body. You woke up at 11 today. That's not early, but you should have been tired at least by 3. And now it's 4:30. And where are we? In the kitchen in front of the computer at an ungodly hour when nothing of any potential merit can be accomplished (at least by me, during this particular ungodly hour tonight). Grrrr.

Comments

[linen.livejournal.com]

I'm feeling you on the insomnia bit. I am apparently very good at piddling around and doing nothing until three in the morning every night consistently.

[evilhippo.livejournal.com]

It's a cuuuuuurse.

[rsiasta.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I know the imsomnia thing. If you ever get bored and want company, feel free to call around then. I'm usually up to around 3AM my time making fun of Flavor of Love and drawing. :(

[evilhippo.livejournal.com]

Considering the sleep-deprived comments I almost left on people's journals last night, that'd certainly be... an interesting phone call. (I think I get increasingly giddy, philosophical, and incoherent as the night goes on. Which is probably not a good combination.)

I managed to have a dream this afternoon that I had a ladybug stuck up my nose. And that my apartment magically had five extra rooms for you to live in, and an adjacent bullet train that contained a complex mathematics course I was taking at the UofC so I could get a refund for taking an extra quarter. Or something. And there were dancing gargoyles that held up light-up signs with the exact amount of my debt.

[rsiasta.livejournal.com]

Oh, I get the same way late at night. Dar has had many a fun night listening to me giggle. Over nothing. And you and she are going to have a blast when I get sick. That's the point when I get really philosophical (oh man, you should have heard some of the musings going through my head on the Small World ride when my cousin took me to Disneyland and I started getting ill).

Most awesome dream ever. Minus the debt part and the ladybug up the nose, but you know. Mine last night consisted of getting chased around by Death Eaters and I couldn't apparate. Then there was a museum which people from the future kept trying to invade and run rampage around, but that was after the Death Eaters got tired.