February 24th, 2012


Waaaaaaaant Slllleeeeeeeeeppppppp

Am leaving dayjob early today, to go see the new movie version of "Coriolanus"!

Had only been to the gym twice this week, so decided I would try to go this morning and do intervals or weights. Went to bed early, alarm set early. Woke up at 3:30 am from a dream about, of all things, assisted suicide (had been thinking of someone I used to sing with, who suicided last year, and that sort of combined with sadness about Terry Pratchett's intention, I suppose, since I was thinking about that a few days ago). Dozed fitfully until alarm went off at 6:20 am. Felt ill. Dozed fitfully until 7:20 am and only made myself semi-alive after I'd had a shower. Drinking coffee now.

Maybe I should have taken a melatonin or an antihistamine or something when I woke up, but I was woozy and thought I would just go back to sleep. This is so frustrating.

Might resort to the OTC sleeping pills tonight. I need to get writing done this weekend! Though on the weekend, either I sleep better or I can just sleep late, or nap.

Still, "Coriolanus"! Leaving early!

*squints, too bleary to yawn*