It's so late it's early. I shall be snatching sleep by the handful.
I will not be active before the afternoon. Well. Not very active.
I shall stream my story, then collapse after I wake Beloved to take over the nonsense of the day.
That is all the plan I have.
“My heart feel like it gonna implode, and my body feels like shit”
“Well this is the Edge, you have been awake for 72 Terran hours, two days ago”
Fun fact if awake for more than 3 days, humans will hallucinate or so symptom of insanity. -- Anon Guest
[AN: Feeling a lot like Hudson Hawk at the end of his movie RN. Check my Hub site tomorrow for details.]
"Does... that explain why you're so... shiny?"
"You could probably explain it
Read more »I'm tired and I can't sleep, so I'm blogging.
I have stuff to do and I'm playing that old game: Am I really tired, or is this depression/asthma/some virus?
Do I want coffee, or do I need coffee? Does this make me an addict? Am I overthinking things again?
Can I summon the mental fortitude to summarise my novel and fix the markdown formatting while I'm at it?
If I try to nap now, will I even be able to?
Read more »It's 6:30 AM. It's overcast. And I got to bed at around 11:30 last night.
If there was a better day to just roll over and snooze in bed, I can't name it.
Unfortunately for me, I have this whole 'parental responsibilities' thing that means I have to do the brat run and all that noise. Chaos has foxtails because I couldn't be arsed doing the usual topsy cascade thing. Mayhem's okay, he got everything organised before I dragged myself
Read more »[From one person who got about three hours' sleep, to the person who dumped a new, extremely important, problem in their lap at godawful in the morning, and who they are responsible for]
"Have you slept at all, [Name]?"
"Not at all."
"You should try it sometime. I end up in less trouble when you do." -- RecklessPrudence
...by any other species standards, we just plain don't get tired. -- Archivaas Collective on Humanity's Self-realisation
The news of impending disaster was met
Read more »At around 3am she discovered the neighbours had a rooster -- OohLookShiny
It was the worst night of her life. And it started in the airport.
Her flight had to sit in a holding pattern for so long that she worried that it would fall out of the sky from lack of fuel. Then the TSA "randomly selected" her because she looked brown enough to be a terrorist, and insisted on searching both her and her things while she verbally catalogued everything
Read more »Woke up at 3:30 AM because my back decided to hate me. Fitful sleep thereafter because Beloved snores. Beloved snores because their sinus is clogged up and won't use my nasal luge kit.
Same clogging of the sinuses that gives Beloved a lack of sleep that makes it my duty to see the kids to school in the AM. Regardless of how much or how little sleep I've firkin had.
I'm wrecked.
This is the third night in a row that
Read more »I am guilty of waking my best Beloved after a very long and exhausting day that started at 1AM.
I already had a long and exhausting day, one of the few bright points being that the four hour round trip only took three hours. Yay. BUT I also had a problem.
I was waiting for Chaos' bus to come in from AQ, the school she goes to three days out of the week. The cat, freshly home, had wriggled out of her
Read more »In just a few moments, I will be putting thought to words for my one thousand and second story. I have beat Scheherazade.
So of firkin course I've woken at 2AM and am in sore need of caffeine.
My sleep cycle needs training wheels. And my coffee needs so much sugar that I'll definitely loose my teeth. Argh.
Fuckit. I'm getting a cuppa.
Read more »Monday 28th of November.
That’s when I sat down to write this. Give or take a few minutes.
Someone rang our phone and hung up. Twice. Long about midnight.
As a means of waking me up, it’s very effective.
Once I’m awake, no matter what, I can’t get back to sleep.
It doesn’t matter how tired I am. It doesn’t matter what time it is. It doesn’t matter
Read more »I have the dumb.
It’s been bought on by a combination of late nights and bad sleep, both through circumstances I can’t control (I’m a Mum, remember?).
I shall be working on tomorrow’s entry in the rare moments when cognisance presents itself. Slowly, so I don’t hurt my wrist. And possibly fuelled by an endless stream of caramel mochachinos.
Then again, given how weirdly poetic I get on sleep dep, I could
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