can't sleep
Feb. 11th, 2005 03:13 amcan't sleep
clown'll eat me
can't sleep
clown'll eat me
Actually, I'm totally setting myself up for that as there are little metal trolls, robots, and soldiers scattered about my room in subtle locations; there are various posters of creepy monsters and clanking-armoured zealots, and there's HOMEWORK EVERYWHERE.
Why shouldn't I be terrified as I try to go to sleep?
Today I glued a few things together: Rohan Royal Guard, and Uruk-Hai, and a Lord of Change that had fallen and shattered. These things will mean nothing to people who don't glue stuff together and then paint it, but I felt I should mention it anyway in the interest of full disclosure.
I still can't sleep, though it doesn't have to do with clowns or even trolls. Today was actually a fairly good day; I managed to get a few things done at the office and generally feel like something of a help, and even wound up with a few toys at the desk. The bus rides were troves of chuffitude as I tore through Final Fantasy II on my DS. And I was even riding high on helping my sister grasp pre-calculus yesterday.
But now I'm wired, I clearly have a cold from waiting for the bus over near Don Mills, I'm worried about a thousand things, and I know that when I go to sleep I'll have to accept that I've done all I can today -- and I feel like despite having done a few things with gratifying ripples, accepting "end-of-day" now is a big act of settling.
And there are those clowns.
clown'll eat me
can't sleep
clown'll eat me
Actually, I'm totally setting myself up for that as there are little metal trolls, robots, and soldiers scattered about my room in subtle locations; there are various posters of creepy monsters and clanking-armoured zealots, and there's HOMEWORK EVERYWHERE.
Why shouldn't I be terrified as I try to go to sleep?
Today I glued a few things together: Rohan Royal Guard, and Uruk-Hai, and a Lord of Change that had fallen and shattered. These things will mean nothing to people who don't glue stuff together and then paint it, but I felt I should mention it anyway in the interest of full disclosure.
I still can't sleep, though it doesn't have to do with clowns or even trolls. Today was actually a fairly good day; I managed to get a few things done at the office and generally feel like something of a help, and even wound up with a few toys at the desk. The bus rides were troves of chuffitude as I tore through Final Fantasy II on my DS. And I was even riding high on helping my sister grasp pre-calculus yesterday.
But now I'm wired, I clearly have a cold from waiting for the bus over near Don Mills, I'm worried about a thousand things, and I know that when I go to sleep I'll have to accept that I've done all I can today -- and I feel like despite having done a few things with gratifying ripples, accepting "end-of-day" now is a big act of settling.
And there are those clowns.