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Overshot Nap, Litlte Lonely
Jul. 23rd, 2005 11:59 pmARGH!
Today was a waste. I got up in the afternoon and didn't do much with myself other than eat some leftovers and watch bad Saturday TV downstairs, where it was a little cooler. Once Alex the Roommate was home and pottering around, I decided to get out of her way, but heading upstairs. I flopped down on bed, read a bit, and then figured I'd take a nap before getting up to work a bit.
Of course, six hours later, around 3:00 AM, I finally managed to really wake up and not just slap my alarm clock. Now I'm wide, wide fucking awake when I should be getting to sleep, and I'm not going to want to go to sleep until late in the day, which is just going to push my whole schedule even more out of whack.
Plus...normally I'm okay with being on a different schedule from people, even though it's an antisocial one. But tonight I do feel a little off, a little issolated, a little lonely. It doesn't seem like there's anybody else in the world right now except for me, nobody I can talk to. That I also had a series of incredibly annoying and conflict-laden dreams during my "nap" doesn't help. These dreams were fucking lame - they weren't big epic dreams, just various situations in which I was fighting with people over stupid, stupid things. The most notable was a dream that I was with my parents in some very, very strange desert town, set in hills, where all the buildings were crumbling and decaying. My father had some kind of business there, I think. He led my mother and I to a cafeteria restaurant, and then would not allow me to select what I wanted.
I think we all know what that dream is saying, but still. It was annoying to experience it.
Ironically, I'm hungry, and there's not really any food in the house.
Today was a waste. I got up in the afternoon and didn't do much with myself other than eat some leftovers and watch bad Saturday TV downstairs, where it was a little cooler. Once Alex the Roommate was home and pottering around, I decided to get out of her way, but heading upstairs. I flopped down on bed, read a bit, and then figured I'd take a nap before getting up to work a bit.
Of course, six hours later, around 3:00 AM, I finally managed to really wake up and not just slap my alarm clock. Now I'm wide, wide fucking awake when I should be getting to sleep, and I'm not going to want to go to sleep until late in the day, which is just going to push my whole schedule even more out of whack.
Plus...normally I'm okay with being on a different schedule from people, even though it's an antisocial one. But tonight I do feel a little off, a little issolated, a little lonely. It doesn't seem like there's anybody else in the world right now except for me, nobody I can talk to. That I also had a series of incredibly annoying and conflict-laden dreams during my "nap" doesn't help. These dreams were fucking lame - they weren't big epic dreams, just various situations in which I was fighting with people over stupid, stupid things. The most notable was a dream that I was with my parents in some very, very strange desert town, set in hills, where all the buildings were crumbling and decaying. My father had some kind of business there, I think. He led my mother and I to a cafeteria restaurant, and then would not allow me to select what I wanted.
I think we all know what that dream is saying, but still. It was annoying to experience it.
Ironically, I'm hungry, and there's not really any food in the house.
