babble
Friday, July 11, 2003
Sweet dreams:
I haven't been sleeping all that well lately. This is partially due to all of the aforementioned drama and anxiety and shit that's been going on. I mean, when you are so riddled with anxiety that someone who is baking a stress cake would choose you as the primary ingredient, you tend not to sleep that well. It's also hard for me to sleep when it's hot, and since I am an asshole and choose to live in an artists' loft that has no amenities whatsoever like air conditioning or a team of scantily clad women waving huge fans and feeding me chilled grapes, I have to deal with a sleeping area that is hotter than the devil's taint.
The other problem that has been robbing me of my sleepytime is nightmares. I am pretty sure that these are being caused by all the stress I am experiencing, and that all of the stuff I am stressed about is burrowing its way into my subconscious and giving the movie studio that lives there plenty of fodder for the nightly productions that are played on the backs of my eyelids. Usually they wake me up at either 4:12 a.m. or exactly 5 a.m. On the rare occasion that I am not awakened by some zombie or evil villain that is trying to murder me or make me give birth to something (and yes, believe me, babies = nightmare for me), my cat senses this and proceeds to yowl like a fucking howler monkey at 5:30 in the morning. Apparently he thinks he is God's own alarm clock and wants to make sure that nobody within a 3 mile radius gets any fucking sleep at that particular time. At least he is consistent - every single time the cat alarm has gone off it has been exactly 5:30 a.m. Of course, if I tried to wean myself off my actual alarm clock and tried to rely on him to wake me up every morning I am sure he would get a sudden bout of permanent laryngitis and I would end up oversleeping every day. And people say pets don't add value to your life.
This weekend, after I am done trying to catch up on some sleep despite all the zombies, babies, and meowing, I will be working on the mix CDs that I promised to you dirty bitches. You should all thank Scott for reminding me that Olivia Newton-John is teh suck. I just wanted to include 'Xanadu' on the CD to force you to share in my misery, because ever since I watched the 1980 episode of "I Love the '80s" for the nine thousandth time on VH-1 last weekend, that goddamned song has been stuck in my head. Copious amounts of Public Enemy were required to get it unstuck. Anyway, if you were one of the people who asked for a mix CD in the comments and you have not given me your address, send me a fucking email already so I can stalk you send you your copy.
babbled by Kat @ 8:29:00 AM |
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