Before the Electricity Spazzes Out Again

[slumber]

I 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.

Comments

[irian.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

Sleep is good. A good cry is good too, but not when you can be seen by all the rest of the world in that state.

[slumber.livejournal.com]

*nods* True. *hugs back* Too bad that by the time I got home, I was too depressed to even cry, but at least I managed to sleep it off. ;P