Murfle!
I am soooo freakin tired. I had complete insomnia last night, and I'm not sure if it was D-day induced, green beer induced, or what, but I didn't sleep at all. Went out with the CP and some other guy for a free pitcher (other guy's sister is a bartender), and much emotional weirdness happened (before and after the pub) which led to an awkward parting and to me going home, looking up General Cinema trailers on you tube, blowing Prax off for a bit on IM (sorry Prax, but you'll understand in a minute) and then suddenly feeling as if I were on speed.
Weirdest thing ever. My heart started beating as if it were keeping up with an Anthrax song, and when I tried to relax and sleep, my mind starting going a mile a minute. I couldn't stop problem solving everything from emotional weirdness of the evening to emotional weirdness of everyday to what curriculum I might want to use for the summer preschool program (that one was actually a worthwhile brain venture). It felt like the one time I mixed Mountain Dew with a couple of Vivarin back in college so that I could get a semester's worth of studying done 3 days before finals while in the backseat of a car during a random road trip. Not as fun, however, last night, this went on from 11:30pm until 6am this morning when I finally got up and took a shower.
I slipped coming out of the shower, though, bruised my knee and slid half of my sideways turned foot underneath a portion of the wall where the baseboard is missing. I pulled my foot out of the crevice, swollen and bruised, and I think I broke my fucking toe. All of this occurs as I am trying to get ready to go to work (and to the store to buy soda and popcorn bc the kids had a free day today). Taping up my foot, I slip on some opaque tights and squeeze the newly clubbed foot into my favorite little heels and, like a good dancer, forgot about the pain.
During a break from work today, I mention to the CP that I got no sleep last night, and he says, "Yeah, I only got a couple of hours. My mind was racing all over the place. I couldn't stop thinking." SAME THING! He says his heart didn't race (maybe he doesn't have one--I should've added but didn't because I never think of witty things to say unless I'm writing them. Dorothy Parker I am not, unless behind the crutch of a keyboard). But what the hell is that? My supposition is that the green beer was TAINTED or that I'm allergic to the dye. I've actually never had green beer before and really wanted a Guinness, but who's going to deny a free pitcher of beer, you know?
Anyway, a few Starbucks visits later, I'm awake enough to continue my day and keep my circadian rhythms afloat. I've got an apartment appt at 4 bc crazy Jackie won't call me back about G's place.
Weirdest thing ever. My heart started beating as if it were keeping up with an Anthrax song, and when I tried to relax and sleep, my mind starting going a mile a minute. I couldn't stop problem solving everything from emotional weirdness of the evening to emotional weirdness of everyday to what curriculum I might want to use for the summer preschool program (that one was actually a worthwhile brain venture). It felt like the one time I mixed Mountain Dew with a couple of Vivarin back in college so that I could get a semester's worth of studying done 3 days before finals while in the backseat of a car during a random road trip. Not as fun, however, last night, this went on from 11:30pm until 6am this morning when I finally got up and took a shower.
I slipped coming out of the shower, though, bruised my knee and slid half of my sideways turned foot underneath a portion of the wall where the baseboard is missing. I pulled my foot out of the crevice, swollen and bruised, and I think I broke my fucking toe. All of this occurs as I am trying to get ready to go to work (and to the store to buy soda and popcorn bc the kids had a free day today). Taping up my foot, I slip on some opaque tights and squeeze the newly clubbed foot into my favorite little heels and, like a good dancer, forgot about the pain.
During a break from work today, I mention to the CP that I got no sleep last night, and he says, "Yeah, I only got a couple of hours. My mind was racing all over the place. I couldn't stop thinking." SAME THING! He says his heart didn't race (maybe he doesn't have one--I should've added but didn't because I never think of witty things to say unless I'm writing them. Dorothy Parker I am not, unless behind the crutch of a keyboard). But what the hell is that? My supposition is that the green beer was TAINTED or that I'm allergic to the dye. I've actually never had green beer before and really wanted a Guinness, but who's going to deny a free pitcher of beer, you know?
Anyway, a few Starbucks visits later, I'm awake enough to continue my day and keep my circadian rhythms afloat. I've got an apartment appt at 4 bc crazy Jackie won't call me back about G's place.
Labels: cp, green beer, Molly's, tainted
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