Tuesday, October 31, 2006
-9 o clock.-
It's 10 right now. It was 9 when I woke up. And I take back what I said yesterday; that having your sister flinging your blanket off and blasting your mp3 in your ear is the worst ever way to wake up. See, I take that back now. It isn't all THAT bad, really.What's REALLY the worst way to wake up is to wake up to the sensation that the roof is caving in on you, and that there are constructions (mainly: drilling. hammering. giving you a headache. the usual.) going on directly above your room and toilet. I can't even fix my hair without feeling the roof is falling on top of me. If I put my hand on my room wall I can FEEL the drilling going on. Nine is no decent hour to wake up, especially when you've slept at 2, and it is a holiday. Correction: Nine is no decent to wake up, period. If you think I can get back to sleep, you're wrong. Who's to say I haven't already tried? I did, and I didn't exactly make much progress in that aspect. I'm going to die due to lack of sleep and not being able to hear my own thoughts until I type them down. I can't even hear my fingers typing my keyboard, and weird as you might think me (and the more fool I), I like that sound. I mean, don't you? Ok, nevermind. Pretend I never asked.I need to get out. I need to get outtt. I NEED TO GET OUT.Ohh crud. I'm getting a killer migraine.
| so spoken! @ 10:04 AM|
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