linden_jay

Why is it that when you're exhausted-fucking-tired, and you've got to get up idiotically early the next day, that's always the day that you can't sleep? Why, why, why, why must Murphy be such a stone cold bitch?

I really did think I was going to be able to go to sleep. I haven't slept well all weekend, and I feel so freakin' wiped. And yet. Up there, cuddled up with Academic Husband and the kittens, and nothing. Zero love from the sleep gods, no help from the dreamspace. Gah.

And when I say idiotically early, I totally mean it. I'm talking like, getting up at four-freakin'-am and going into work, because I've got a shitload of shit to get through, and I didn't want to go in over the weekend 'cause I was sleeping so badly. And the less sleep I get, the less chance I'm going to actually respond when that alarm clock goes off at three-fucking-thirty.

Ugh. I'm tired. And whiny. Just y'know. If you didn't notice.

*throws temper tantrum and sends self off to sit in the corner*