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You know you're an insomniac when...
...the amount of sleep you get is inversely proportional to how alert you are on any given day. This has held true for the last four days, at least, today being one of the wide-awake-on-four-hours-of-sleep days. I may later have to pay for this by napping for the whole of Tuesday - we shall see.
IRL is shittier than usual. I feel like my job has been descending, in steps, since an event in March that I never bothered to write down because it didn't seem at all important at the time; two people I really like quit because they were moving to another state. They were a couple, and they cosplayed together. I liked her but I didn't know her at all well. He was one of those straight-as-a-die crossplayers you meet sometimes, blond and lanky and the funniest human being I have ever met - he made me laugh until I cried on a regular basis. Terrible, terrible employee, great human being. I miss them because even without allowing them to know me that well I felt comfortable with the concept of it. He even knew I wrote terrible fanporn, though not where or what.
It was okay, because there were other people I liked and only one I particularly disliked.
It has descended in steps. Like, I used to quite appreciate Fridays but now I find them fairly uncomfortable.
We speak impulsively about packing up and moving north LIEK NOW but we simply don't have the money. We are unlikely to have the money to get to Z's wedding without going into debt for it (although not necessarily for long; there is an account I know of in the UK that has a big pile of my money in it but getting hold of it will be a pain and will involve speaking to my father argh.) Anyway yes, we are twitchy and frustrated and I have that feeling of comfort in loyalty on the road (M and me are mighty road buddies) and I'm rereading Anamnesis ~ The Perpetual Train and thinking it's probably the best book ever and the surrounding Iron Council is kinda just a mixer and I almost wish it had been ever been printed separately, a slim volume all of its own, so I could make people read it. One of the most frustrating things about Yanks is their general lack of intellectual curiosity; one of the many symptoms of this is that few inquire as to what others read. (You may recall that I've had the opposite problem in Leeds - couldn't read in the Phono without getting bugged by strangers - but hey.)
This post is going nowhere, because I am stuck between should go bed and can't go bed.
Also, Rori, seriously. Now the thunder is moving on, I need something else to occasionally make me feel in touch with the interconnectedness of all things. <3
IRL is shittier than usual. I feel like my job has been descending, in steps, since an event in March that I never bothered to write down because it didn't seem at all important at the time; two people I really like quit because they were moving to another state. They were a couple, and they cosplayed together. I liked her but I didn't know her at all well. He was one of those straight-as-a-die crossplayers you meet sometimes, blond and lanky and the funniest human being I have ever met - he made me laugh until I cried on a regular basis. Terrible, terrible employee, great human being. I miss them because even without allowing them to know me that well I felt comfortable with the concept of it. He even knew I wrote terrible fanporn, though not where or what.
It was okay, because there were other people I liked and only one I particularly disliked.
It has descended in steps. Like, I used to quite appreciate Fridays but now I find them fairly uncomfortable.
We speak impulsively about packing up and moving north LIEK NOW but we simply don't have the money. We are unlikely to have the money to get to Z's wedding without going into debt for it (although not necessarily for long; there is an account I know of in the UK that has a big pile of my money in it but getting hold of it will be a pain and will involve speaking to my father argh.) Anyway yes, we are twitchy and frustrated and I have that feeling of comfort in loyalty on the road (M and me are mighty road buddies) and I'm rereading Anamnesis ~ The Perpetual Train and thinking it's probably the best book ever and the surrounding Iron Council is kinda just a mixer and I almost wish it had been ever been printed separately, a slim volume all of its own, so I could make people read it. One of the most frustrating things about Yanks is their general lack of intellectual curiosity; one of the many symptoms of this is that few inquire as to what others read. (You may recall that I've had the opposite problem in Leeds - couldn't read in the Phono without getting bugged by strangers - but hey.)
This post is going nowhere, because I am stuck between should go bed and can't go bed.
Also, Rori, seriously. Now the thunder is moving on, I need something else to occasionally make me feel in touch with the interconnectedness of all things. <3