6:00am. Damnit.
Apr. 5th, 2007 06:05 amFine, insomnia. Fuck you. You win. I'll quit pretending that I might catch a nap before going to work.
S4 isn't even snoring, he's being perfectly, quietly, enviably asleep. Every bitsy sound echoes. Ocassionally the elevator gets called and it sounds like some crazy machinery out of LOST. My muscles are all twitchy from derby practice. I'm not stressed out about any particular thing, but my brain keeps darting from thing to thing instead of relaxing and sleeping. When I am thinking instead of sleeping, apparently I am metabolizing, too, 'cause I'm hungry again, which just just gives my mind something else to focus on. Damnit.
On the plus side, I'm getting better at sudoku.
S4 isn't even snoring, he's being perfectly, quietly, enviably asleep. Every bitsy sound echoes. Ocassionally the elevator gets called and it sounds like some crazy machinery out of LOST. My muscles are all twitchy from derby practice. I'm not stressed out about any particular thing, but my brain keeps darting from thing to thing instead of relaxing and sleeping. When I am thinking instead of sleeping, apparently I am metabolizing, too, 'cause I'm hungry again, which just just gives my mind something else to focus on. Damnit.
On the plus side, I'm getting better at sudoku.