Funny things happen when a person doesn't get enough sleep. (Not funny ha ha, funny queer.) Some people maybe get testy and impatient and bitchy and mean. And maybe a little delirious. (Insert innocent/sheepish batting of eyelashes here.)
I haven't been sleeping much the last 5 days or so and my mind is starting to wander. When you don't sleep, you don't dream and when I don't dream, my daytime mind gets muddled. There is a school of thought that says dreaming is the mind's way of untangling all the things that were left tangled up at the end of the waking day. Sometimes I think this is maybe so.
And then, with a cluttery mind, you start thinking about random stuff. Also, your writing (and speaking) becomes borderline nonsensical.
One of these days I am going to meet some other knitters in person and I am not going to feel like a lame ass for knitting in public.
My ankle still hurts a lot and I wear my brace and I'm careful with it just like I've been told to do but at night, when it is quiet and I am alone and my husband is sleeping and I am not, I cannot stop thinking about it. It makes me sort of sick thinking about it and I am now convinced that one of these days I am going to go back to the doctor and he is going to tell me it is not better and I am not sure I will be able to be stoic at that point.
Get Fuzzy is perhaps the funniest comic strip ever written.
One of these days, all of the coffee I drink is going to eat a hole in my stomach and infiltrate the rest of my organs. If I have to get a stomach transplant, I would like to request the stomach of a skinny girl.
One of these days, I am going to be one of those women who fixes her hair just so everyday and doesn't put her make-up on in the car on the way to work.
Ever since I was a little kid, I sleep best in a moving car. One of these days, I hope to have sufficient expendable income to buy a specially appointed car and then hire someone to drive me around in it all night to let me sleep. He will need a heavy coat because we will have to run the air conditioner full blast so I can snuggle up under a blanket. It occurred to me that a tour bus would be ideal for these purposes. Too bad I have a less than stellar singing voice.
I have recently fallen in love with the song I Wish I Was a Punk Rocker (With Flowers in My Hair) by Sandi Thom. I am listening to it over and over, diligently trying to find my happy place.
Wikipedia is like crack, without all the nasty side effects.
I need a new cell phone but I can't be bothered with doing the shopping and hoopla involved to get one.
One of these days, I want to pack a bag with sufficient clothes, knitting, etc. for a week or 10 days away from home and I want to drive to the airport and fly somewhere. I just want to walk in and look at all the departing flights and pick one. I'll just walk up to the ticket counter and plunk down the cash (or the credit card or traveler's checks - whatever, the payment method is irrelevant). I will call someone - my mother, probably - to let them know I am going and not to worry, I am fine, I will be back in 10 days. Then I will walk calmly to the (most likely) international terminal and I will wait for my plane and I will spontaneously go somewhere and have a wonderful time and then I will come home all happy and refreshed and brimming with fancy stories and hundreds of pictures. I will have plenty to blog about when I get back.
Lori says I have weird ambitions.
What do you want to do one of these days?
Today's Quote:
“The ninety and nine are with dreams content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true.” -Edgar Allan Poe
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I agree, Get Fuzzy is wonderful! I drink way too much coffee too, but I keep telling myself about all the "health benefits" studies find. I wonder if the benefits can be calculated by the pot?
I'm having the same problem, except, I haven't been getting enough deep sleep at night, and I dream constantly, so I wake up all ragged out from weird dreams! One of these days, I want a whole day where I can sit and knit and read, in a lounge chair on some sunny beach, where it's not too hot and not have to feed, bathe, cater to anyone buy me me me :) My other ambition is to be one of those moms who always looks "together" although I have a sneaking suspicion that those moms have a nanny tucked away somewhere!
I want to be a little girl again and to stay that way. I will take age 7 or 8. Which was before boys, PMS, work, paying bills, co-workers, driving, make-up, getting hair fixed, when weight and what size you were didn't matter. My parents would still be young (never to get old) all my grandparents would still be living. Of course, it was a time you played so hard during the day tht you slept good at night. No worries.
But then again, I wouldn't know you!
And, just for the record, I don't think your ambitions are weird. I think they are unrealistic. But then if you go read what I just said above, so are mine. ;)
Thanks for the links to the Addi Lace needles, they look AWESOME. I bought a set of the Inox circulars, and they work pretty well, but the Addi's are much more attractive visually, and the descriptions sound like they would be perfect. Especially on the Swallowtail, you have to do a p5 together, I definitely need a good needle for that!
I have a sleep disorder. I soooo feel your pain, errmm...fatigue. You don't heal well if you don't sleep. And you don't sleep well if you hurt. Viscious cycle. Get something for sleeping. Take melatonin. *Something*!
This is the best post ever. Most excellent. I've had 3 duodenal ulcers...that should qualify me for a stomach transplant...a *skinny* girl stomach.
~Hugs~
I have always wanted to stand up during a meeting - a VERY serious meeting, you know, when they do/say something that is totally insane? Say 'take your job and shove it' then walk out!
I hope you feel better soon. Thanks for this post, great links and I love your sense of humour. x
One of these days I am going to do my hair and makeup "just so" also ... and i will never again go to work without makeup.
One of these days I am going to get a skinny girl stomach transplant too. And a don't-like-chocolate-tastebud transplant while I am at it.
One of these days I am going to be one of those women who loves to eat salad and exercise.
Like Bea, I have weird dreams when I'm not sleeping well; I don't think your ambitions are weird- I'm heading off all by my lonesome in July to Canada for a week. It's not quite spontenous, but very satisfying. Oh- & knitting in public is perfectly normal (who is going to argue with a scary broad like me?)
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