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How'd you find me, how did I find you?
Nov. 22nd, 2005 11:59 amJust in case anyone was wondering, I'm still obsessed with Dionne Warwick and Jeffrey Osbourne's "Love Power". It's become the Official Sponsor of Raybear's Morning Shower.
I'm so tired. So. Tired. I'm so tired that I was typing up some annotations and kept forgetting mid-sentence what I was saying. So I'd re-read the phrase leading up to it and it made no sense. I gave up. I don't really regret the immediate situations leading up to this state. I did waste a lot of time standing around at a rehearsal last night where I could have been productive if I'd had my laptop, but then I would have missed out on hanging out with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mintwaster in the booth or with dommeyourass while cuddled up on a bench. I maybe regret a little watching CSI when we came home at midnight, but I don't regret the opportunity to drink tea and eat these amazing leftover brownies and pumpkin squares from Ann Sather's. I don't regret the hot fck at bedtime that kept us up another hour. I don't regret breakfast this morning at Cozy Corner and can even justify it as productive and useful, since I had to drink coffee and eat. And I had to go to the post office today anyway, which was next door.
I feel like at least a dozen times in the past two days, people have looked at me and said very earnestly: so, how ARE you? I worried at first it meant I looked hard off, that my face was unintentionally showing something I wasn't feeling, but I think it's more that I've been kinda absent. Of course right now I probably do look haggard.
The funny thing about exhaustion is how it effects the brain so severely, and one can go from being intelligible, calm, and perceptive to a wild-eyed beast in one day.
I give up, I'm taking a fcking nap.
I'm so tired. So. Tired. I'm so tired that I was typing up some annotations and kept forgetting mid-sentence what I was saying. So I'd re-read the phrase leading up to it and it made no sense. I gave up. I don't really regret the immediate situations leading up to this state. I did waste a lot of time standing around at a rehearsal last night where I could have been productive if I'd had my laptop, but then I would have missed out on hanging out with
mintwaster in the booth or with dommeyourass while cuddled up on a bench. I maybe regret a little watching CSI when we came home at midnight, but I don't regret the opportunity to drink tea and eat these amazing leftover brownies and pumpkin squares from Ann Sather's. I don't regret the hot fck at bedtime that kept us up another hour. I don't regret breakfast this morning at Cozy Corner and can even justify it as productive and useful, since I had to drink coffee and eat. And I had to go to the post office today anyway, which was next door.I feel like at least a dozen times in the past two days, people have looked at me and said very earnestly: so, how ARE you? I worried at first it meant I looked hard off, that my face was unintentionally showing something I wasn't feeling, but I think it's more that I've been kinda absent. Of course right now I probably do look haggard.
The funny thing about exhaustion is how it effects the brain so severely, and one can go from being intelligible, calm, and perceptive to a wild-eyed beast in one day.
I give up, I'm taking a fcking nap.
