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oxfordtweed) wrote2010-12-21 12:34 am
oxfordtweed) wrote2010-12-21 12:34 am
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Christ!
It's just after midnight, and I'm nowhere near tired. So what, right? I'm always up after midnight?
Except that it's just after Midnight on Tuesday morning, and I've been up since about 8am Sunday. Fuck! In this time, I've moved a bunch of stuff out of the way to the closet, taken about six baths, went to Target, written three fics (including my Yuletide, because I'm awesome suck like that), and done something else that is temporarily escaping me, because I have ZERO concentration when I get like this.
Those wrap around your head earmuffs feel really odd. I just found a pair on my table, and now I'm wearing them.
Christ, this is why I don't do drugs. Right here. I could not imagine being like this ALL THE TIME.
I've also read about 100 stories on the interweb, which has totally made Mycroft my favourite Holmes brother. He's so delightfully messed up, especially with Gatiss' portrayal.
Maybe I'll go to the shop. But I'm in my pyjamas and it's wet outside. Maybe I'll go anyway. Give my new coat something to do. I'm almost out of cocoa, so maybe I'll go get some more of that.
I also think that my hair is getting to the point where I don't look completely stupid if I leave the house without a hat. I mean, it still looks pretty damn stupid, but not as bad as it's done for the last few months. I wonder if I can get away with a cowboy hat and my coat. Probably not. My coat's this big wool thing that goes to my ankles. I don't think it was intended to go to the wearer's ankles, but my shoulders are a bit closer to my ankles than most people (read: I'm fucking short).
I want to watch something. What do I want to watch? I've no idea. But something. Definitely. Maybe I'll just read more fics. Or scrub the bathroom. It could probably use it. Scrubbing the bathroom may make me exert enough energy to actually fall asleep, but reading sounds much more enjoyable. CONUNDRUM.
There are lights flashing outside my window.
By the time I got up to peer out the window, there was nothing there. WTF?
I have a headache. Where the hell are my pills? Fuck. I need those.
Okay, there they are. Yes. Going to the shop. Maybe I'll find something there that will give me an appetite, since I don't seem to have one right now, and I haven't really had much to eat in the last few days. But if I eat when I'm not hungry, I just get sick, and that's never fun to clean up and it always gets in my nose and is disgusting.
SHOP.
Except that it's just after Midnight on Tuesday morning, and I've been up since about 8am Sunday. Fuck! In this time, I've moved a bunch of stuff out of the way to the closet, taken about six baths, went to Target, written three fics (including my Yuletide, because I
Those wrap around your head earmuffs feel really odd. I just found a pair on my table, and now I'm wearing them.
Christ, this is why I don't do drugs. Right here. I could not imagine being like this ALL THE TIME.
I've also read about 100 stories on the interweb, which has totally made Mycroft my favourite Holmes brother. He's so delightfully messed up, especially with Gatiss' portrayal.
Maybe I'll go to the shop. But I'm in my pyjamas and it's wet outside. Maybe I'll go anyway. Give my new coat something to do. I'm almost out of cocoa, so maybe I'll go get some more of that.
I also think that my hair is getting to the point where I don't look completely stupid if I leave the house without a hat. I mean, it still looks pretty damn stupid, but not as bad as it's done for the last few months. I wonder if I can get away with a cowboy hat and my coat. Probably not. My coat's this big wool thing that goes to my ankles. I don't think it was intended to go to the wearer's ankles, but my shoulders are a bit closer to my ankles than most people (read: I'm fucking short).
I want to watch something. What do I want to watch? I've no idea. But something. Definitely. Maybe I'll just read more fics. Or scrub the bathroom. It could probably use it. Scrubbing the bathroom may make me exert enough energy to actually fall asleep, but reading sounds much more enjoyable. CONUNDRUM.
There are lights flashing outside my window.
By the time I got up to peer out the window, there was nothing there. WTF?
I have a headache. Where the hell are my pills? Fuck. I need those.
Okay, there they are. Yes. Going to the shop. Maybe I'll find something there that will give me an appetite, since I don't seem to have one right now, and I haven't really had much to eat in the last few days. But if I eat when I'm not hungry, I just get sick, and that's never fun to clean up and it always gets in my nose and is disgusting.
SHOP.