Sleep is Good

I have been so ridiculously exhausted lately it is not even funny.  As in, you know when you're tired and you just get sort of loopy and say goofy things and your kids look at you funny and all that?  No, it was beyond that to the point where I never thought I was going to sleep again and I was pretty sure the world was going to suck forever.  Last night I was actually in bed by 9:30 and asleep by 10:00 (thank you Excedrin PM and Zolpidem and I slept through the entire night and woke up seven minutes before the alarm clock went off at 7:00 this morning and did not even resent those seven minutes of being awake.  This is epic.  I also did not go back to sleep between dropping Rose off at the high school at 7:15 and T's normal wakeup time of 8:30.  Epic I tell you.  Now if I can do that for a few more nights in a row I might actually kick this stupid bronchitis in the butt.  I'm starting week four on antibiotics and I am so sick of them.

I hope to finally get some writing done today, but I dunno.  My brain is still kind of foggy.  Not from the pills but from not sleeping right for a week.  We will see how it goes.  Chances are since I am still highly distractable I will instead watch more of season 2 of Lost which I got for Christmas or watch season 6 of That 70's Show which I got from more nefarious sources.  But I can play That 70's show in the background while I goof off on Facebook without actually having the picture going since I watched them all before back in the day.  My city is getting quite large on Cityville and it's fun to play but sort of mindless without something else going on.  Even my laziness likes to multi-task apparently.

Anywho...writing is sort of in that limbo place of I want to but I'm probably not going to quite yet.  Which sucks for me because I'd really like to, but it's hard when you don't feel good and your muses can come up with only one line (i.e. The Doctor moved his hands with slow and deliberate care to the insides of Rose's knees,) but I'm not even writing smut at the moment so it's sort of a useless line. *sighs*  I will use it when I get back to writing smut again, though, because I do like it.

Sleep is Good

I have been so ridiculously exhausted lately it is not even funny.  As in, you know when you're tired and you just get sort of loopy and say goofy things and your kids look at you funny and all that?  No, it was beyond that to the point where I never thought I was going to sleep again and I was pretty sure the world was going to suck forever.  Last night I was actually in bed by 9:30 and asleep by 10:00 (thank you Excedrin PM and Zolpidem and I slept through the entire night and woke up seven minutes before the alarm clock went off at 7:00 this morning and did not even resent those seven minutes of being awake.  This is epic.  I also did not go back to sleep between dropping Rose off at the high school at 7:15 and T's normal wakeup time of 8:30.  Epic I tell you.  Now if I can do that for a few more nights in a row I might actually kick this stupid bronchitis in the butt.  I'm starting week four on antibiotics and I am so sick of them.

I hope to finally get some writing done today, but I dunno.  My brain is still kind of foggy.  Not from the pills but from not sleeping right for a week.  We will see how it goes.  Chances are since I am still highly distractable I will instead watch more of season 2 of Lost which I got for Christmas or watch season 6 of That 70's Show which I got from more nefarious sources.  But I can play That 70's show in the background while I goof off on Facebook without actually having the picture going since I watched them all before back in the day.  My city is getting quite large on Cityville and it's fun to play but sort of mindless without something else going on.  Even my laziness likes to multi-task apparently.

Anywho...writing is sort of in that limbo place of I want to but I'm probably not going to quite yet.  Which sucks for me because I'd really like to, but it's hard when you don't feel good and your muses can come up with only one line (i.e. The Doctor moved his hands with slow and deliberate care to the insides of Rose's knees,) but I'm not even writing smut at the moment so it's sort of a useless line. *sighs*  I will use it when I get back to writing smut again, though, because I do like it.