"Gotta Get Back to Tuscaloosa..."

Dear lillieoz:

I hate you. You owe me. Please let me die. Please excuse the typos or any blatant implausibility, as it is four o'clock in the morning at present. Please shoot me.

Quasimodo/Erik.

No love,
Soujin

( The Not Yet Dead )

"Back to the Girl Who's On My Mind..."

I am so incredibly tired. Unfortunately, I'll be tireder if I go to sleep, because I've still got to get up at six-forty-five for morning exercises.

On the other hand, I don't know whether I'm supposed to acolyte to-morrow.

The other trouble is that once I've hit four o'clock it's generally impossible for me to fall asleep, anyway.

But I'm getting terribly incoherent.

...Damn.

Sleep or not to sleep?

I'm really going to regret it if I go to sleep, though. I'll feel horrible when I get up. There really won't be any improvement whatsoever over my condition right now.

But if I don't have to acolyte, I might actually be able to sleep another hour, which, ineffectual as it is, would prevent me from being quite as zombie-ish--well, no, actually, it wouldn't. Any way I'm going to be dead.

Maybe I'll stay up.

Argh. >_<

*collapses in a little Soujin-heap*

"Back to the Girl I Left Behind..."

I ended up going to sleep around five-thirty and getting up at nine-thirty; I've just finished my morning exercises and am all set to get a shower (niiiiice) and then read my morning paper. All is well. Last night was rather silly. *g*

In the immortal words of Darby Conly, 'Fatigue clouds judgement'.

Also Kathy Smith is really, really annoying.

"Yes, Sir, That's My Baby..."

My apples turned out to have all been infected with pesticides, rendering them inedible and spoiling an already slightly stressful morning, so Mum very wonderfully took my shopping, and we bought strawberries and apples and pears and even a fruit cup for me with watermelon, honeydew, strawberries, grapes, pineapple, cantaloupe, and blueberries in it. It was so wonderful. Heaven in a little plastic non-biodegradable cup.

I am incredibly tired, so probably will turn in at around seven o'clock to-night, because gahh, there is work to-morrow. !!!

Hmm. This was not the best of weekends. But there will be lots more, saah.

Oooh. My skin is all dry and alligator-y from winter and washing dishes. Must go seek out the hand lotion of healing.