the irony isn't lost on me, and i'm learning to take my joy in tiny little increments, doled out at fate's whim. but when the world stops spinning long enough for me to take a minute, fuck yeah i'll take it and love all sixty seconds. including finding a long lost trinket, a little pendant that had long since fallen off it's leather cord. the prodigal pistons return!
stayed indoors since the light was a bother and enlisted the aid of my firstborn and have determined that the good ole futon is the best possible alternative to lying down (which is like being in one of those astronaut gyroscope things-ie SUCKS) -its literally impossible to sleep that way.
especially when combined with a rotating 6 hour regimen of otc sleeping pills.
so i'm testing that out with a little mindless blogging until the meds kick in and some jango chill tunes, courtesy of twtb radio. been feeling kinda nostalgic lately when i hear certain music so it may be time for yet another station.
it's a sensation not unlike my high school shenanigans with cough syrup lol but that was never my idea. peer pressure peer pressure.
peeer pressure.
here's crossing fingers and toes for a equillibric tuesday wake-up call.
and now since i can't really stare at the pc too long, i am going to sleep with the postman.

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