(have what i'm listening to. the track's like super chilled eminem with no swearing)
So I figured it out! My sleeping pattern is whacked! Not only do I eat sporadically over the day, I do the same with sleeping. When I do sleep properly (as in over a couple of hours) it's after almost an hour of music wind-down time. I mean, now I'm awake. I could dance if I wanted to. I could bust out with the snazziest robot you have ever seen. But before, I was just like... dude if I do not find a soft surface soon I will pass out here at my desk and fuck this whole blog post to high heaven.
Okay, another reason why I don't sleep much would be the FUCKING BRATS THAT WAKE UP SCREAMING AT THREE AM BEHIND THE WALL RIGHT NEXT TO MY HEAD. And of course their Mum is at work all the time and the Dad couldn't give two shits about them. But there are three little girls and one grizzly baby all with bedrooms on the same width as mine. I. Hate. Them. All.
But I suspect I may have some sort of mania which would explain my behaviour when I'm at my most lucid (which is not very ((skullrose can prove this))) of jumping around and doing accidental almost-front-flips in the snow while trying to whip my hair. Oh, man, I wish we'd gotten that on video. My hair, it's so long, so I overbalanced and did the most epic fail. But the point is I'm either wired or just so wiped out my legs could just give out on me and I could pass out on the pavement.
Yay! Sleep! Lack of it! Who cares!
Stay snazzy!
-Alex
