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Show me the way to go home...
Oct. 11th, 2005 08:36 amSo for no real reason at all last night I had one of the worst cases of insomnia in my life. I mean I didn't sleep a minute last night, not one. I know, I was watching the clock. Want to know when I finally got sleepy? 6:40 am. Yeah, that's freakin' hilarious isn't it?
Well, it did give me a lot of time to think, I planned most of my Xmas shopping that I have left to do, decorated an apartment (larger than my current one with a huge walk-in bedroom closet *sigh*), reviewed every choreography I know, ran through some possible scenarios in HP book 7, and finally fumed over a metaquote I'd read yesterday where someone had the gall to accuse DS9 of having "bad acting". I spent a good deal of time telling myself that people were all allowed to have their own opinions, no matter how wrong or unjustified those opinions obviously were. Then I wondered for a while if it might not have been a plea for help, a subconscious yearning to accept DS9 into his or her life. But I rejected this almost immediately and came to the conclusion that it must either be due to blunt head trauma or some genetic defect. Then I just imagined beating said person repeatedly with my complete boxed edition (after removing the dvds, of course, so as not to hurt them). It helped pass the time.
So today I feel rather like a junkie riding high on a 48 hour buzz. My brain is reacting rather like it was given vast amounts of high grade, suburban made meth. I suspect I'm going to be about as useful as my cat Kage on a catnip binge, in other words I can just manage running around in circles until I fall over and that's about it.
But being at least mildly clever I stopped at the drug store on my way to Jamba and procured what is purported to be a "maximum strength" sleep aid. I intend to drug myself into oblivion tonight, if that doesn't work I may well graduate to horse tranqs.
And now I have 1156 emails to face and the roses I received last week have gone to join the choir invisible...*sigh*
Well, it did give me a lot of time to think, I planned most of my Xmas shopping that I have left to do, decorated an apartment (larger than my current one with a huge walk-in bedroom closet *sigh*), reviewed every choreography I know, ran through some possible scenarios in HP book 7, and finally fumed over a metaquote I'd read yesterday where someone had the gall to accuse DS9 of having "bad acting". I spent a good deal of time telling myself that people were all allowed to have their own opinions, no matter how wrong or unjustified those opinions obviously were. Then I wondered for a while if it might not have been a plea for help, a subconscious yearning to accept DS9 into his or her life. But I rejected this almost immediately and came to the conclusion that it must either be due to blunt head trauma or some genetic defect. Then I just imagined beating said person repeatedly with my complete boxed edition (after removing the dvds, of course, so as not to hurt them). It helped pass the time.
So today I feel rather like a junkie riding high on a 48 hour buzz. My brain is reacting rather like it was given vast amounts of high grade, suburban made meth. I suspect I'm going to be about as useful as my cat Kage on a catnip binge, in other words I can just manage running around in circles until I fall over and that's about it.
But being at least mildly clever I stopped at the drug store on my way to Jamba and procured what is purported to be a "maximum strength" sleep aid. I intend to drug myself into oblivion tonight, if that doesn't work I may well graduate to horse tranqs.
And now I have 1156 emails to face and the roses I received last week have gone to join the choir invisible...*sigh*
