Spider Solitaire can burn in Hell
Six hundred and two words. That’s fewer than 2000. It’s fewer than 1000, even. Yesterday started out well—I knocked out the first three hundred words in the early morning before I went to sleep—but ended badly, with me staring at the screen for an hour before crashing on the couch.*
Today wasn’t much better. I wrote 100 words or so before I went to work, then another hundred when I got home at around 10:30…and then I played some Spider. And now all of a sudden it’s three in the morning and I have class in five hours I hate you Spider I hate you I hate you I hate myself for dragging your stupid cards around until my wrists start tingling and I have to come whine about it on my goddamn blog.
Today was going really well, too; just this morning I was thinking about how long it had been since I’d lain on the floor and stared at the carpet for hours at a time, and how lovely it was not to do that any more. On the way to my lesson tonight I wrote most of an “omg I’m happy today I love my life” post in my head. But then I got home and did all the things I do that make me want to stab myself in the face. Now I won’t get nearly enough sleep, so I’ll be pissy tomorrow and tired tomorrow night. I HATE not getting all my sleep. Uuuuuuuuugh.
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* The upside of falling asleep on the couch is that, as always, I had a whole string of fantastic dreams. I’ve been remembering them bit by bit all day long, and it’s made my day quite entertaining.
Well, except for that one dream where I was was wandering through this huge maze of a hospital because I was dying of something, and I needed to find the department where my doctor was working so that I could get my surgery or whatever. I think it was also a science museum, and people kept trying to get me to hush, and I kept trying to tell them that no, really, I was dying, and if they would just tell me how to find this one particular room number that would be lovely. But this movie star I’d never heard of just went on explaining some crap about the atmosphere to me and I was like I don’t care about the stupid atmosphere because I NEED MY INTESTINES FIXED AND THIS IS NOT HELPING. That one kinda sucked.
November 3rd, 2005 at 8:03 am
Yes! I always have the best (and strangest!) dreams when I fall asleep on my couch….I think part of it has to do with the fact that my TV is left on - I think it subconsciously gets into my head and influences what I’m dreaming about.
November 3rd, 2005 at 10:00 am
Haha…I think for me it’s the fact that I usually end up leaving the light on, so I don’t sleep soundly. I figure I probably have these dreams every night anyway, but I only remember them when I wake up every hour or two.