I got little sleep last night, and I have a gross feeling that sleep isn’t going to come easy for the next few nights either. My night “terrors” have returned, and damn it all, I feel like a five year old every single time I wake up.
I remember that it started when I was nineteen, and it hasn’t let up over the years. My dreams are loud, sometimes violent to the point of tears, and extremely upsetting. It happens when I’m sad, stressed, happy, optimistic….all the time, any time. It’s annoying at best.
Work is dragging me down today. Maybe I’ll be in a better mood tomorrow.
Last year:
[02 Dec 2008 | Tuesday]
december second.
Eight days until my birthday. For some reason, that makes me sad.
I hope I’m working all day, then everyone can come visit:)
Happy Birthday to Britney Spears. And my Uncle Zack, who introduced me to Death Cab for Cutie when I was fourteen. Yes, they HAVE been around that long:)
Tennessee started getting snow yesterday. Flurries at best, but snow just the same.
I love December.
Unexpected Liberation 