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Before the Electricity Spazzes Out Again
Aug. 25th, 2004 10:50 pmI had a horrible morning.
It was so horrible, I almost cried THRICE.
That's more than I've ever almost-cried in a really long time, and the only thing stopping me then was that I was in public, where people could see, and I hate crying in front of people.
Up until around lunchtime, I've felt like it was the WORST I could ever feel. I was grumpy, cranky, spazzing and thisclose to a breakdown.
I got home, took a nice, long, hot shower, and slept for a couple of hours.
The funny thing is, now my day is so much better again.
Sleep is therapeutic, apparently. I like sleeping. I like sleep. Does my username make sense now? Yes, of course. Hee.
It was so horrible, I almost cried THRICE.
That's more than I've ever almost-cried in a really long time, and the only thing stopping me then was that I was in public, where people could see, and I hate crying in front of people.
Up until around lunchtime, I've felt like it was the WORST I could ever feel. I was grumpy, cranky, spazzing and thisclose to a breakdown.
I got home, took a nice, long, hot shower, and slept for a couple of hours.
The funny thing is, now my day is so much better again.
Sleep is therapeutic, apparently. I like sleeping. I like sleep. Does my username make sense now? Yes, of course. Hee.
