Lack of Sleep Finally Catching up With Me

October 7th, 2009

Sunday’s late-night plus drinking*, Monday’s late night plus raging insomnia at 3:00 a.m. and last night’s late night plus drinking have finally caught up with me it seems. I would have paid hot cash money to stay in bed this morning. Especially since it was cold in my room and my blankets were so warm. Hate getting up in weather like this. And I also can’t resist jumping back in bed for three minutes when I go back upstairs to get dressed after I have my tea and check my email. It feels like I am stealing time from the world.

But I will say this for being a girl. Although there are many, many shitty things** involved in being female in our world, the fact that I was able to come to work this morning wearing the functional/comfort equivalent of pajamas is a pretty awesome feature for my sex. Floor-length cozy skirt, cotton camisole and baggy cotton hoodie sweater are about as comfortable as it gets while still imitating appropriate office wear. And since I knew all of today was going to be hiding out in my office down here in the catacombs, avoiding morons, I feel pretty comfortable in my slob-tastic attire.

Bought some discount liquors yesterday at the alcoholic warehouse at 44/Jefferson. One of the things I picked up was Cafe Boheme, which turned out to be just a really, really inexpensive ($8.99!) yet tasty knock-off of Bailey’s, in a pretty, French-looking bottle. Anyway I was sipping on a glass or two of that during the evening, and imagine my surprise when I left the room only to return to Jake having his snout buried in my glass, happily lapping away at my coffee-flavored-liqueur goodness. Moron dog.

I don’t think he drank too much of it, apparently not enough to hurt him, but still it was startling to see, because you know I love to worry.

Anyway, overall life-status is devastatingly horrific bordering on colossally depressing with a dash of heart-pounding, middle-of-the-night panic, somewhat ameliorated by an absorbing creative project I am working on for a friend and a 6-week (probably fantastical) time-line for health improvements proffered by my doctor***. Just when I think one more thing can’t go wrong in my body or my world, it does. And almost none of the other wrong things have gotten any better, so it really is a lot to deal with. And it leaves me just sitting around looking at the two or three things that AREN’T wrong in my world, and wondering how long it will be until they also go totally fuckwire. And probably when the next thing goes wrong it won’t even be one of the things I am dreading, it’s going to be some other bizarre thing that I thought was safe that turns around and bites me in the face.

But fuck it, right? Nothing I can do about anything, so no point caring.

*RevCo concert at the Firebird – still pissed Al wasn’t with the band AND they didn’t play Attack Ships on Fire. Bastards.

**cramps, PMS and other hormonal surges, eyebrow plucking, bleached wads of cotton shoved up your ladyparts, leg shaving, pantyhose, high heels and underwire bras, to name just a few.

*** I am now on two medications and FOUR supplements, one of which requires I take 8 pills of it per day! It’s the awesome.