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Whatever's left of my brain is trickling slowly out of my ear. I just realized that in 24 hours, I'll be waking up for work again, and am now panicking.

Life's not supposed to be like this! Where the hell is all the time to rest? I am so good at resting!

Apparently not anymore. All I can do is sit here on the couch and either write, babble or read. Or just stare at the screen and wonder WTF!?!

I feel old.

Can't keep my eyes open anymore. Don't want to go to bed yet, either, because I'm afraid I'll just lie there for a couple of hours and think of weird stuff.

Could someone PLEASE come and shoot my inner drama queen?

Hello, weird moodswings

And now I'm pissed off.

Don't really know why. I mean, actually, I should be embarrassed of the whine fest last night. Slinking deep into the Sea of Wallowing and even exhibiting some very unbecoming Catholic Guilt. Considering the fact that I dance naked every Full Moon in praise of the Goddess, that's just sick.

Now, though, I'm angry. About the stupid whatever that happened last night. Yeah. A big part of it was my fault. But the other half of the damn argument/insulting thingy/whatever was pure misunderstanding.

I don't feel like crawling, but don't feel like yelling either. I just want to get over the damn awkward moment of apologizing/explaining/making veiled comments on the fact that it wasn't fucking all my fault, and then just get on with our lives.

Can you see I slept for almost 12 hours? Drives away the fuzziest thoughts, but leaves me angry. Maybe I should have slept for 20. :D