Sleep! No sleep! Snow! No snow! Snow!
Feb. 23rd, 2005 05:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebratqueenSo last night I crawl into bed sufficiently dosed, or so I think, with cold medication so that I can get to sleep.
I find out I am wrong. Actually, no, I'm not wrong in that I do get to sleep. I fall asleep not long after my head hits the pillows. But at 3 am I wake up with a huge coughing fit that lasts me until about 4.
So between lack of sleep and meds that made me want to sleep, I am, as you can imagine, all kinds of coherent today. All I wanna do is curl up in a ball with my cats and never stand again.
We had snow this past weekend, which was cool. I made a wee little snowman for my porch, which some of you may remember I had wanted to do a while ago and was thwarted, thwarted! by the cruel twist of Fate.
So this Monday I, after doing the minimum to dig out my car because see also: having my stupid Elder Brother's martian death flu, made a wee little snowman. And lo it was a wee little snowman and verily he did live in my flowerpot, and I proclaimed it good.
Until today when he melted. Woe! WOE! Dead snowman! Or at least very flat and transparent one, as I assume he's now watering the dirt in that pot.
But on the upside - snow! Starting tomorrow night! Which kinda sucks inasmuch as that's my belly dance class night, but actually works out because considering I can't draw in much of a breath without having a coughing fit, something tells me an hour and fifteen minutes of aerobic activity is not the wisest thing I can be putting on my schedule. So if it snows that provides me with a guilt-free reason to bail out of class. So huzzah!
The Lord taketh away but he doth yet giveth as well, is the moral of the story. Or I'm talking gibberish. Did I mention the brain-spinning coughing and the lack of sleep? Yeah, that.
One hour until I can go home....
I find out I am wrong. Actually, no, I'm not wrong in that I do get to sleep. I fall asleep not long after my head hits the pillows. But at 3 am I wake up with a huge coughing fit that lasts me until about 4.
So between lack of sleep and meds that made me want to sleep, I am, as you can imagine, all kinds of coherent today. All I wanna do is curl up in a ball with my cats and never stand again.
We had snow this past weekend, which was cool. I made a wee little snowman for my porch, which some of you may remember I had wanted to do a while ago and was thwarted, thwarted! by the cruel twist of Fate.
So this Monday I, after doing the minimum to dig out my car because see also: having my stupid Elder Brother's martian death flu, made a wee little snowman. And lo it was a wee little snowman and verily he did live in my flowerpot, and I proclaimed it good.
Until today when he melted. Woe! WOE! Dead snowman! Or at least very flat and transparent one, as I assume he's now watering the dirt in that pot.
But on the upside - snow! Starting tomorrow night! Which kinda sucks inasmuch as that's my belly dance class night, but actually works out because considering I can't draw in much of a breath without having a coughing fit, something tells me an hour and fifteen minutes of aerobic activity is not the wisest thing I can be putting on my schedule. So if it snows that provides me with a guilt-free reason to bail out of class. So huzzah!
The Lord taketh away but he doth yet giveth as well, is the moral of the story. Or I'm talking gibberish. Did I mention the brain-spinning coughing and the lack of sleep? Yeah, that.
One hour until I can go home....
