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Jan. 7th, 2006 06:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeSo fucking tired.
I need something to keep me asleep all through the night. I wake up two, three, four hours if I'm lucky after I've gone to bed and then I'm up just long enough to have to fall back asleep. If I'm really lucky this only happens once in the night. Then I fall asleep during the day.
Two more fics to upload. Might only get one tonight. Both Kingdom Hospital, so there's some of that thing whittled down. Hee. Kingdom Hospital eats my brain. So does the damned ferryman. You hear that you smug little shit? You and your pouting-lip smile and your kohl eyes. Too damn sexy for your own good, quit hanging around in my head. Or don't, but at least calm down.
Three days of work done. Now for three days off. And then a bunch of sporadic days off days on, which is a little better. I can live with that. Better than I can with three solid days on. I almost said better than I can of three solid days on, and from that I know I'm tired. More tired than I want to be. My thoughts are rambling all over the place. Right now they're mostly hanging around how tired I am and how much I want to have a shower. Sweaty. For no apparent reason. Actually, no, I think it was the far too many blankets I was curled up under a little while ago. From too cold to too hot. Wanted to nap. Shouldn't.
I'm starting to feel like a character out of my own fiction and that's never a good sign. Not that fiction doesn't occasionally mirror life, if not quite as bad as Stephen Write-The-Damn-Accident-Into-Every-Other-Bloody-Thing King. But when I'm starting to feel like someone I write about? That's exa-- maybe not exaggeration. But that's not real. I'm starting to disconnect. Bad idea.
Might be time to eat something. Have a shower. Exercise. Remind myself I have two dimensions and I'm not text on a page. After I upload the stories.
Nah. Before.
I need something to keep me asleep all through the night. I wake up two, three, four hours if I'm lucky after I've gone to bed and then I'm up just long enough to have to fall back asleep. If I'm really lucky this only happens once in the night. Then I fall asleep during the day.
Two more fics to upload. Might only get one tonight. Both Kingdom Hospital, so there's some of that thing whittled down. Hee. Kingdom Hospital eats my brain. So does the damned ferryman. You hear that you smug little shit? You and your pouting-lip smile and your kohl eyes. Too damn sexy for your own good, quit hanging around in my head. Or don't, but at least calm down.
Three days of work done. Now for three days off. And then a bunch of sporadic days off days on, which is a little better. I can live with that. Better than I can with three solid days on. I almost said better than I can of three solid days on, and from that I know I'm tired. More tired than I want to be. My thoughts are rambling all over the place. Right now they're mostly hanging around how tired I am and how much I want to have a shower. Sweaty. For no apparent reason. Actually, no, I think it was the far too many blankets I was curled up under a little while ago. From too cold to too hot. Wanted to nap. Shouldn't.
I'm starting to feel like a character out of my own fiction and that's never a good sign. Not that fiction doesn't occasionally mirror life, if not quite as bad as Stephen Write-The-Damn-Accident-Into-Every-Other-Bloody-Thing King. But when I'm starting to feel like someone I write about? That's exa-- maybe not exaggeration. But that's not real. I'm starting to disconnect. Bad idea.
Might be time to eat something. Have a shower. Exercise. Remind myself I have two dimensions and I'm not text on a page. After I upload the stories.
Nah. Before.