I can’t sleep ’cause it hurts when I think
November 5th, 2008OK. That’s a lie. I can totally sleep. Anywhere. Anytime. I’m actually half asleep right now. Have been all day.
What’s causing me to be unable to think is the vaccuuming racket that’s coming from upstairs. People can be so inconsiderate. Cleaning THEIR carpets. What about MY carpets? That’s what I’m talking about.
I’m home alone this evening. Boy-bot went to a monastery for the evening. He’s planning a 3 week vacation at a monastery in California. Me? I’m not going. I think I might even be looking forward to a few weeks alone. I know I’m enjoying the evening, and I know that even though I thought I was only going back to school part time, since my job seems to be double-plus-full-time going on double-super-plus-full-time … I could use the time off from having to predictably cook dinner, do laundry and (HEAVEN FORBID I FIND THE TIME) vaccuum.
OR I will work myself out of an immune system, end up sick the entire 3 weeks, and be fake-pissed-off at boy-bot for not being here to look after me.
Either way I win in the end?
I am so tired.



