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feeling: second wind... times four >.>
listening to: The TRAX - Rhapsody
Ok... so someone was looking out for me Sunday, and it wasn't as bad as I had projected. Dead tired I was, all day, after only sleeping for about an hour and then only fitfully napping in the afternoon... but the depression was replaced by... crankiness. Hey, to me that's improvement. And anyway, it quickly faded, and by late evening life went back to being about as decent as it can be given the circumstances.
Lots of factors kept the day from ultimate sucking. First, dad actually made stuffed french toast for breakfast. o_o He'd only made them once before, and that was not long after I'd specifically mentioned that I'd been craving it after seeing endless IHOP commercials advertising it. I very rarely eat breakfast, and for a long time just avoided it altogether, but I do make an effort to eat on Sunday mornings when I have to get up before 8 am anyway. That's the only morning of the week when dad cooks breakfast, so I try not to let it go to waste. Anyway, yeah... I'm sleep drunk and rambly. Bear with me. >>
So the stuffed french toast rocked... church was pretty normal... afternoon sucked as my nap wasn't very successful and I woke up cranky... but then in the evening a combination of Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey and a healthy dose of online Kitty company made the day worth being awake for. And I'm still awake at 6:30 am not only because I got all hooked on the story she spent much of the night writing, but also because a certain Asian dork pounced me online just shortly before I was ready to log out, and for some evil reason talking to him always wakes me up. >_> Punk. But now he's gone and the night/morning is winding down, and I am finally ready to go to bed. Won't be surprised if I'm out till sundown... got a couple nights to catch up on.
*glomps kitty cause she rocks and cause I can*
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 9/26/2005 06:43:00 AM
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