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maystoneI am the very poster woman for Tired. Tired am I. R us. I finally manage to insinuate myself among Rocky, Pixel, and Mao who have taken over my bed, and I start to drift off.
Jeremy and his Magic Plow show up. Yay! But then a meteor shower of heavy snow is thrown against my window and on the roof over my room. Cats unhappy. To put it mildly. They go away. Jeremy and his Amazing Technicolor Snow Hurler go away. I sleep.
For about 20 minutes, when I'm awakened by the freakin' godzilla of leg cramps. And I get leg cramps a lot. Crampzilla just about did me in. I try to walk it off, but it ain't happening. And then . . . I start to faint. Jesu Christus. So I plop on the bed and stick my head between my knees, all the while still trying to work out the cramp. My blood pressure finally rights itself, and then I'm left with the cold sweats and the nausea. And the fucking cramp. I do some stretches and it fades away. (Please, let it stay gone!)
Off to the bathroom go I. And the toilet floods. Not too badly, but still . . . not exactly how I was planning to lull myself back to sleep, you know.
I lurch back down the darkened hallway and trip over a cat. I don't even know which one.
Now I'm here. So very, very tired. Let's try this again, shall we?
Jeremy and his Magic Plow show up. Yay! But then a meteor shower of heavy snow is thrown against my window and on the roof over my room. Cats unhappy. To put it mildly. They go away. Jeremy and his Amazing Technicolor Snow Hurler go away. I sleep.
For about 20 minutes, when I'm awakened by the freakin' godzilla of leg cramps. And I get leg cramps a lot. Crampzilla just about did me in. I try to walk it off, but it ain't happening. And then . . . I start to faint. Jesu Christus. So I plop on the bed and stick my head between my knees, all the while still trying to work out the cramp. My blood pressure finally rights itself, and then I'm left with the cold sweats and the nausea. And the fucking cramp. I do some stretches and it fades away. (Please, let it stay gone!)
Off to the bathroom go I. And the toilet floods. Not too badly, but still . . . not exactly how I was planning to lull myself back to sleep, you know.
I lurch back down the darkened hallway and trip over a cat. I don't even know which one.
Now I'm here. So very, very tired. Let's try this again, shall we?
