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Insomnia. Joy.
Feb. 12th, 2008 07:54 amThis is the second day in a row that I can actually remember every hour, on the hour, all night long, with the knowledge that I only dozed a little bit between each of them.
So of course, while desperately trying to get at least a little more time with my eyes closed, if not sleeping, before I have to be at work at nine, the phone rings at 7:30.
The secretary is sick. They need me in the office all day.
When does she start work? Oh yeah. 7:30. Le sigh. It's gonna be a long fucking day.
Sorry to everyone I missed yesterday. I left IM signed in when I wasn't around. I'm just that kind of clever.
And in totally unrelated news, a wonderfully happy birthday to Lottie! Much love and happiness, beautiful woman! MWAH!
So of course, while desperately trying to get at least a little more time with my eyes closed, if not sleeping, before I have to be at work at nine, the phone rings at 7:30.
The secretary is sick. They need me in the office all day.
When does she start work? Oh yeah. 7:30. Le sigh. It's gonna be a long fucking day.
Sorry to everyone I missed yesterday. I left IM signed in when I wasn't around. I'm just that kind of clever.
And in totally unrelated news, a wonderfully happy birthday to Lottie! Much love and happiness, beautiful woman! MWAH!
