I need the good drugs. And a dentist.
Oct. 23rd, 2012 10:44 pmMy sleep schedule, which hasn't been what you'd call "normal" for a long time, is now so FUBAR it's almost a time zone unto itself.
Between 11AM Friday morning and 2AM Sunday morning, I had 2 hours sleep, total. Sunday, I came home from church and crashed. Got maybe 7 hours sleep, off and on. (Barking dogs. Srsly, I want to shoot every dog in a two-block radius.* They're hellhounds, all of them.)
So yesterday, Monday morning, I woke at 12:30AM and was up until my return from jury duty (4PM), when I got horizontal and slept for 3 hours. In bed at midnite, slept 5.5 hours. And then off and on all day today, several naps between 11AM and now. Interrupted, again, by the hounds of hell.
I have a headache. I should say, I'd had a headache: It's been around since last week, and just keeps racheting up the intensity. I suspect that its roots are dental in origin, no pun intended, but whatever it is, I'm having movie-reference flashes, especially to Blade Runner---it feels like Rutger Hauer is firmly squeezing my skull. It'll go squish! any moment now. (Or possibly the brain-eating scene in Hannibal, because I can feel my IQ dropping.)
Maybe I'll eat something before I crawl back to bed....
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* I also really wanna pop the fuck-nugget on the motorcycle who keeps roaring around the block. Why the fuck aren't you home watching Sons of Anarchy?
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Between 11AM Friday morning and 2AM Sunday morning, I had 2 hours sleep, total. Sunday, I came home from church and crashed. Got maybe 7 hours sleep, off and on. (Barking dogs. Srsly, I want to shoot every dog in a two-block radius.* They're hellhounds, all of them.)
So yesterday, Monday morning, I woke at 12:30AM and was up until my return from jury duty (4PM), when I got horizontal and slept for 3 hours. In bed at midnite, slept 5.5 hours. And then off and on all day today, several naps between 11AM and now. Interrupted, again, by the hounds of hell.
I have a headache. I should say, I'd had a headache: It's been around since last week, and just keeps racheting up the intensity. I suspect that its roots are dental in origin, no pun intended, but whatever it is, I'm having movie-reference flashes, especially to Blade Runner---it feels like Rutger Hauer is firmly squeezing my skull. It'll go squish! any moment now. (Or possibly the brain-eating scene in Hannibal, because I can feel my IQ dropping.)
Maybe I'll eat something before I crawl back to bed....
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* I also really wanna pop the fuck-nugget on the motorcycle who keeps roaring around the block. Why the fuck aren't you home watching Sons of Anarchy?
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