| Rude Awakening |
[Mar. 17th, 2016|04:35 am]
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A sudden large meal in a string of smaller meals can bring perils. Last night the peril was that I'd fall asleep too early, and that's exactly what I did. Falling asleep too early last night means that I woke up too early today— like half past three early, after first dozing off before ten o'clock last night. I didn't get fully to sleep until around eleven thirty, but that followed two hours of vain attempts to rouse myself from the couch and clean up the kitchen and post something to LJ and clean Portia's litter box and turn down the furnace. None of it got done.
Now, having slept for four hours in a room that was too hot has left me groggy and with headache, and I don't feel like cleaning the kitchen or the litter box, and it's too late to post to LJ yesterday. So pretty much all I've done is turn down the furnace and write this sad early Thursday entry. Happy St. Patrick's Day. I feel hungover and all I drank was one lousy beer with my over-sized dinner last night. That's what my t-shirt should say, if LJ were a t-shirt. Oh, hell, I'm babbling. Maybe I should just shut up and try to go back to sleep. |
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