Lose your name
Dec. 5th, 2006 01:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impy My mother is mocking me simply because I still have my I'm legal and can drink wristband slapped on my wrist. I was too tired to yank it off yesterday, okay? But yes, she's right in that whole theory that if you take it off, it'll mean it's over. So we'll deal with that later. Proof of my exhaustion? I toddled off to bed a little after two in the morning and didn't wake up until 7:30. I should mention that I almost always wake up by six, no matter when I fall asleep. About the time dawn starts to streak the sky with pretty colors, my internal clock screams at me to wake up.
Nope. Nuh uh. And I was still tired, so I passed out again. Repeatedly.
And now for something completely different. I'd forgotten how much I love the sleeves on this shirt. They're really long, but not big bat wings [which are fine, btw, but only if it's intentional], so I can fidget and hide my hands when I want to. Why, oh why, do I only own two of these? Oh yeah, because I have to wear them under another shirt. Still... sleeves! *fidgets happily*
I should be paid this week, knock on wood. Which means I can buy a couple of presents, pay off Chill, and finish paying off my dress. Yes, many plans for such a small check. Which reminds me, no one here has asked me what I want for the holiday season. Should I take that as a bad sign? Ah well. More to Christmas than gifts. Namely, praying for not having to work. :P
See how I can say so much and not dwell on anything of massive importance? No having to worry about deep thoughts of any persuasion around here. Which is probably exactly what I've been angling for in the past... forever. But especially since the Victim thing came at work the other day. My brain has alternated between total fluff and flashbacks. Gotta say it's not fun. So having my eardrums blown out, my feet stepped on, and my eyes blinded by a thousand lights was a satisfying distraction.
Tonight I shall return to work where I shall once again realize how much I do not fit in anywhere. Does that feeling ever go away? I'm not actively looking for someplace where I fit in, it would just be nice to know whether I'll always feels like the odd person out or not. I'm leaning towards thinking it's a forever and ever deal.
I wish my muse were around. I wish my brain weren't busy trying to convince me to send my muse away because nothing will come of it anyway.
I also wish my room would magically clean itself. That would be nice. As it is, it involves a massive balancing act to get through the door. You have to squeeze through the door, step to the left and reach up, grab the bar above head, and then haul yourself out and over the pile of stuff I can't be bothered to move just yet. Then you're pretty much set. But the bar move amuses me, so I use that as my excuse.
I'll let you tear it up, if you don't wake me up
Nope. Nuh uh. And I was still tired, so I passed out again. Repeatedly.
And now for something completely different. I'd forgotten how much I love the sleeves on this shirt. They're really long, but not big bat wings [which are fine, btw, but only if it's intentional], so I can fidget and hide my hands when I want to. Why, oh why, do I only own two of these? Oh yeah, because I have to wear them under another shirt. Still... sleeves! *fidgets happily*
I should be paid this week, knock on wood. Which means I can buy a couple of presents, pay off Chill, and finish paying off my dress. Yes, many plans for such a small check. Which reminds me, no one here has asked me what I want for the holiday season. Should I take that as a bad sign? Ah well. More to Christmas than gifts. Namely, praying for not having to work. :P
See how I can say so much and not dwell on anything of massive importance? No having to worry about deep thoughts of any persuasion around here. Which is probably exactly what I've been angling for in the past... forever. But especially since the Victim thing came at work the other day. My brain has alternated between total fluff and flashbacks. Gotta say it's not fun. So having my eardrums blown out, my feet stepped on, and my eyes blinded by a thousand lights was a satisfying distraction.
Tonight I shall return to work where I shall once again realize how much I do not fit in anywhere. Does that feeling ever go away? I'm not actively looking for someplace where I fit in, it would just be nice to know whether I'll always feels like the odd person out or not. I'm leaning towards thinking it's a forever and ever deal.
I wish my muse were around. I wish my brain weren't busy trying to convince me to send my muse away because nothing will come of it anyway.
I also wish my room would magically clean itself. That would be nice. As it is, it involves a massive balancing act to get through the door. You have to squeeze through the door, step to the left and reach up, grab the bar above head, and then haul yourself out and over the pile of stuff I can't be bothered to move just yet. Then you're pretty much set. But the bar move amuses me, so I use that as my excuse.
I'll let you tear it up, if you don't wake me up
