Aaaaaaand now I'm live blogging about my insomnia.

Well, at least I got 4 ::coughs conspicuously:: continuous hours of sleep this time. Woo-hoo! And that was with NeoCitran.

Oh, well, I'm up for the count. [Can one say that? Is the reverse an idiomatic expression, too? EDIT: After I pressed POST, I figured out why it can't be, because the expression is from boxing, aka one guy gets knocked down to the mat and is ... ahem ... down for the count. So I'll have to think of something that is applicable to MOI, but I think I'll wait until my brain has been fed.]

So, I'm going to play on this puter and try to remember what Brian mentioned last night (when I was too far gone to stagger back into the living room to plug into the search engine) ... because, right now, I can only remember the first letter of the first word and it is H. ::rattles brain in head:: Oh, great. /again with the sarcasm. I think I'd better e-mail Brian, because this was a part of my homework from last night.

Gotta go. Talk later. Yadda, heat-driven insomnia, yadda.

Aaaaaaand now I'm live blogging about my insomnia.

Well, at least I got 4 ::coughs conspicuously:: continuous hours of sleep this time. Woo-hoo! And that was with NeoCitran.

Oh, well, I'm up for the count. [Can one say that? Is the reverse an idiomatic expression, too? EDIT: After I pressed POST, I figured out why it can't be, because the expression is from boxing, aka one guy gets knocked down to the mat and is ... ahem ... down for the count. So I'll have to think of something that is applicable to MOI, but I think I'll wait until my brain has been fed.]

So, I'm going to play on this puter and try to remember what Brian mentioned last night (when I was too far gone to stagger back into the living room to plug into the search engine) ... because, right now, I can only remember the first letter of the first word and it is H. ::rattles brain in head:: Oh, great. /again with the sarcasm. I think I'd better e-mail Brian, because this was a part of my homework from last night.

Gotta go. Talk later. Yadda, heat-driven insomnia, yadda.

Many, many, many hours (and OWs) later.

So, kiddies, guess what I did after waking up in the dark of the night? I came out to the living room and stared out at the balcony. Luckily, it was a gloomy and rainy day, so I didn't feel exposed by going out at 6 a.m. and bringing Every. Single. Bag into the living room. Well, I sorta kinda had to, because I did find (YAY) my three fleece blankies and my comforter squished into the extreme edge of John's balcony. I figured I needed to rescue them and give them a good washing to prevent them going all icky. And, in the process, I moved all the furniture, too. There is now room to sit outside. I amazed myself by accomplishing all of this in ONE hour. YAY me. But how many days will it take for me to sort through the bags and toss stuff. ::sighs::

After that, I cooked two PERFECT medium hard-boiled eggs (firm white and creamy yolk) for brekkie. And, then, I did two loads of laundry (of the aforementioned blankies and comforter). So ... can I be dead yet? Not so fast, blondie. I still had to do two loads of regular laundry which I did in the afternoon. And, of course, my fingers are killing-killing-killing me. Not to mention my right foot from limping and lurching back and forth to the laundry room (just a few feet away, but still TOO far).

I couldn't even be bothered with lunch, so just kept guzzling water. I did enjoy the leftover curried chicken salad, but ate the lovely bread without toasting it. And, then, I dragged my miserable self into the shower. Of course, that wasn't the end of the pain, because I still had to make the bed. ::whimpers:: Only then could I lie down and try to ignore the stabbing pain in my foot. When I got up, I found that it's a quiet night on ell-jay. So I went back to bed, switching the sound machine onto waterfall (LOUDLY) to cover up the incessant screaming of kids playing soccer outside. Guess what? It worked. [Note to self: dig up the second sound machine for the living room.] And I read some 20-year old Next Gen slash. Gads, I miss the club that used to meet at the 519. I wonder whatever happened to them.

I know it's still early, but I feel I should have my NeoCitran and collapse soon. I have to go out shopping tomorrow morning and would like some of my aches to dissipate throughout the night. Ever hopeful am I (well, at least tonight).

Many, many, many hours (and OWs) later.

So, kiddies, guess what I did after waking up in the dark of the night? I came out to the living room and stared out at the balcony. Luckily, it was a gloomy and rainy day, so I didn't feel exposed by going out at 6 a.m. and bringing Every. Single. Bag into the living room. Well, I sorta kinda had to, because I did find (YAY) my three fleece blankies and my comforter squished into the extreme edge of John's balcony. I figured I needed to rescue them and give them a good washing to prevent them going all icky. And, in the process, I moved all the furniture, too. There is now room to sit outside. I amazed myself by accomplishing all of this in ONE hour. YAY me. But how many days will it take for me to sort through the bags and toss stuff. ::sighs::

After that, I cooked two PERFECT medium hard-boiled eggs (firm white and creamy yolk) for brekkie. And, then, I did two loads of laundry (of the aforementioned blankies and comforter). So ... can I be dead yet? Not so fast, blondie. I still had to do two loads of regular laundry which I did in the afternoon. And, of course, my fingers are killing-killing-killing me. Not to mention my right foot from limping and lurching back and forth to the laundry room (just a few feet away, but still TOO far).

I couldn't even be bothered with lunch, so just kept guzzling water. I did enjoy the leftover curried chicken salad, but ate the lovely bread without toasting it. And, then, I dragged my miserable self into the shower. Of course, that wasn't the end of the pain, because I still had to make the bed. ::whimpers:: Only then could I lie down and try to ignore the stabbing pain in my foot. When I got up, I found that it's a quiet night on ell-jay. So I went back to bed, switching the sound machine onto waterfall (LOUDLY) to cover up the incessant screaming of kids playing soccer outside. Guess what? It worked. [Note to self: dig up the second sound machine for the living room.] And I read some 20-year old Next Gen slash. Gads, I miss the club that used to meet at the 519. I wonder whatever happened to them.

I know it's still early, but I feel I should have my NeoCitran and collapse soon. I have to go out shopping tomorrow morning and would like some of my aches to dissipate throughout the night. Ever hopeful am I (well, at least tonight).