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psalm_onethirtyone) wrote2005-03-26 10:26 am
psalm_onethirtyone) wrote2005-03-26 10:26 am
"They Say I'm Unworthy to Enter her Door..."
...I am so tired. I feel as though I were about to fall over. I think I'm going to go upstairs and sleep, because, seriously. I should not feel as though I pulled an all-nighter when I got seven hours of sleep. This is a ridiculous level of exhaustion.
The stuffed animals are going to be so annoyed. ^^ I'm going to go up and wake them up only to crawl into bed with them. Poor thingies. I haven't let them get an undisturbed night's sleep in ages.
I have, however, brought down my Fushigi Yuugi music and, to my distinct horror, I still remember most of the song titles and can sing along with the songs themselves. That is not a good thing. --Yes, see, it's just gone and switched to Otome Ranman, and I can sing all of that.
Also? I need to fix the LJ clock. O_o It's three hours behind my time. Why is this? I've had to adjust the time upon every occasion of updating my LJ.
H'm. I'm now getting alternately loquacious to a fault and utterly incoherent, which is sure proof if nothing else is that I desperately need to sleep. The only difficulty is that I took a shower at eight and my hair is still wet. >_> And it will stick up funny if I sleep. I am such a teenage girl. Please, someone tell me that my brain cells* and well-being are more important than my hair sticking up funny.
Sigh. I like venison jerky. I feel so dirty. >_> It's so Central PA of me. Next thing you know, I'll be telling you all that squirrel is only one point per ounce** and makes a delicious soup.
The song is now Heart ni Kiraboshi Sakashitare!!. I used to love that song.
Oh, heavens. Mum and Waen're home. The house shall be noisy again. I need bed so very, very badly. Oh, screw my hair. *wanders up in a state of near-zombieness*
*What brain cells?
**It is.
The stuffed animals are going to be so annoyed. ^^ I'm going to go up and wake them up only to crawl into bed with them. Poor thingies. I haven't let them get an undisturbed night's sleep in ages.
I have, however, brought down my Fushigi Yuugi music and, to my distinct horror, I still remember most of the song titles and can sing along with the songs themselves. That is not a good thing. --Yes, see, it's just gone and switched to Otome Ranman, and I can sing all of that.
Also? I need to fix the LJ clock. O_o It's three hours behind my time. Why is this? I've had to adjust the time upon every occasion of updating my LJ.
H'm. I'm now getting alternately loquacious to a fault and utterly incoherent, which is sure proof if nothing else is that I desperately need to sleep. The only difficulty is that I took a shower at eight and my hair is still wet. >_> And it will stick up funny if I sleep. I am such a teenage girl. Please, someone tell me that my brain cells* and well-being are more important than my hair sticking up funny.
Sigh. I like venison jerky. I feel so dirty. >_> It's so Central PA of me. Next thing you know, I'll be telling you all that squirrel is only one point per ounce** and makes a delicious soup.
The song is now Heart ni Kiraboshi Sakashitare!!. I used to love that song.
Oh, heavens. Mum and Waen're home. The house shall be noisy again. I need bed so very, very badly. Oh, screw my hair. *wanders up in a state of near-zombieness*
*What brain cells?
**It is.