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Every moment of a life is a horrible tragedy, a slapstick comedy, dark nihilism, golden illumination, or nothing at all; depending on how we write the story we tell ourselves.
if you are going to text me one word shit at midnight, then don't text. that is a waste of my time. just saying.
It's a really, really cool thing, to be able to show people that you can be yourself, and you should be proud of yourself, and you should own who you are and what you're about, and never make apologies for it.
-Adam Lambert
I can't sleep and it's 4am. All my hard work of getting myself back on sleep track just went down the drain. All the bad news of today finally hit me and I just can't go to bed. I am having a slight panic attack about it. If I get into bed. It will be quiet. And I will be faced with the news today. I've been sitting with it all day and have been 'fine' with it. But it's finally there. Ok. Got my solitaire on my phone. Got my podcast downloaded. I can do this. I can go to bed. Also..my eyes still feel funky from all the prodding and poking and extra drops. Like I've been straining.
I would much rather be spending my weekend at the Electric Daisyland than working 12 hours a night, 4 of which are spent learning how to do other departments' jobs...
The forum member formerly known as perzephone. Or Perze. I've shed a skin.
isn't insomnia wonderful? I cleaned my room, the kitchen, the bathroom, the dining room, the living room, did the dishes, dusted, alaphabatized by brother's games, and then I then went ocd on the house putting things (like the pile of cough drops on the counter and the pens on the hall table) into neat perfectly spaced patterns. then I took a shower, brushed my teeth, made breakfast and greeted my parents with some coffe at 7 am. I managed to sleep for an hour at 9.
They moaned and squealed, and pressed their snouts to the earth. We are sorry, we are sorry.
Sorry you were caught, I said. Sorry that you thought I was weak, but you were wrong.
-Madeline Miller, Circe
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