Sick, Idiot.

Or possibly just sick.
Again.

Anyway, it's been a long, lovely weekend, full of the germs. I am however, feeling much better now. Just sleepy.

For the majority of the past week sleep has eluded me. There's been no particular reason for this bout of insomnia, my brain just flat out refused to sleep. I tried all my usual tricks. Tylenol Simply Sleeps. Sleeping with head at the foot of the bed. Sleeping in the bathtub. With music on. With an audiobook playing. Melatonin. Nothing worked. By day three I was delirious. Mostly talking jibberish. Sometimes texting nonsense to Lapochka. It was not pretty. At this point I purchased a stronger dose of melatonin with some sort of sleepy-time tea extract in hopes of lulling by brain to sleep.

This plan failed.

Instead I continued to sleep fitfully, to wake every forty five minutes or so, and to hover in that place that is not quite asleep, but also not quite awake either.

Friday I changed tactics. I decided to refuse to sleep in protest. To consume as much caffeine as possible. And to attempt to either trick my brain into desiring sleep (now that I was with-holding it) or to run headfirst into the sleep deprivation wall by hitting the maximum hours my brain could handle without sleep.

Instead I just hit my caffeine intake wall and made myself sick. It was not pretty.

The problem still has not corrected itself. But I spent literally the entire weekend in bed, sleeping when I could, so I am at least not delirious with exhaustion.

In other news, I bought a car on Tuesday, which I am very excited about. It's pretty and new-ish, and it works. I'm so freaking ecstatic to be able to drive to work in the mornings. Don't get me wrong, I really do enjoy riding my bike, but riding there in the long, cold hours before dawn is not my favorite past time. Most certainly not.

I spent Friday night with Lapochka. We went out for Thai food, she listened to me rant about land ordinances and why I hate Grand Avenue (which, thankfully she found hilarious rather than tedious and horrifyingly neurotic), and then we watched movies into the wee hours of the morning. For now, I shall keep her. I'd say more, but you know, I'm still pretending I'm a cyborg. ;)


That's all I know. I miss you more than life.

Oh, and I'm totally addicted to the new Tegan and Sara album. Like, totally addicted. It's pretty much been on a continuous loop since I obtained it. Cannot. Live. Without. It.

And on that note, here's your song of the day:


Love and stuff.
Me.