...chainsaw? Machete? Fairly dull steak knife? Butter knife?
I’ve cut myself with two of those four items. And not the ones that would make me seem cooler than I am.
Pneumatic snippers.
...chainsaw? Machete? Fairly dull steak knife? Butter knife?
I’ve cut myself with two of those four items. And not the ones that would make me seem cooler than I am.
Taking an unplanned trip down memory lane is the worst. I was sitting here minding my own business, playing some completely pointless game, and my brain decided to open up The Drawer. The one in the very back corner of my mind, behind the pile of long abandoned hobbies; ice skates, a piano, a stack of journals. I had no idea what was about to happen- so imagine my surprise when I was bombarded with a sudden playback of Things I Forgot On Purpose.
You can bet I scrambled to slam that sucker shut tight again.
...that’s not really how this works, though, so I might as well settle in and wait for it to run its course.
Nights like this make me miss my friend. I know there’s a good reason I stopped talking to her, but she was also great at listening and making me laugh. I could call her at 2 a.m. and tell her I’m going crazy, and she’d say, “Cristen...you’ve been there for a while. Now what’s wrong?” She would have driven two hours in the middle of the night to get to me if I’d asked her to. We would have sat on my kitchen floor drinking wine and pretending we were sophisticated while she listened to all the reasons I feel terrible, and then she would have reminded me of the time we baked cookies at 4 in the morning and my mom woke up to find us drinking coffee and throwing cheese across the kitchen while the cookies burned.
And she would have reminded me of the night we took a roll of toilet paper into my back yard, soaked it in cheap perfume, lit it on fire, and threw it over the fence. Or how we used to go to her house after school and drink chocolate milk while listening to the same song for an hour. Or the time we tried to go sledding on garbage bags but ended up just army crawling through four feet of snow to an old barn where we hid in the loft and told ghost stories.
Nights like this are lonely in a house full of sleeping people.
Not to change the subject, but totally just to change the subject...I kind of hate that I always find myself back in this thread during my low moments. I forget about it by the time I finally fall asleep, but in the morning I’ve always got this sense of dread...”Oh boy, what’d I say now?”
On a completely unrelated note, Mint Magic tea is wonderful.
You should go to sleep. (Says the guy who should be asleep)
YES. Sleeping more would prevent half of my issues from ever becoming issues
Why aren’t you asleep?
I haven't slept well in a couple of years. I have a hard time falling asleep. I've been on nightshift for the past month, and monday I start days. I can't turn my brain off. It's a whole bunch of reasons.
Ah, I’m sorrySucks not to be able to sleep. I switch back and forth between not being able to sleep or sleeping like the dead and can’t wake up.
My mother was like a baby doll, when she laid back, her eyes would immediately shut. She could sleep all day.
I hope whatever is keeping you up tonight, passes.
Today is mother's day in Norway. After talking with my mum and hearing the news about my son, it is not a festive day. At least Norway is doing well in the Olympics.
Good morning Lynx. Do you join me watching cross country skiing? Life is better with some serious ski watching.Time passes slowly after midnight.
I got little sleep Sunday night. So I was tired and went to bed about 7:30pm last night. So I woke up at about five after midnight. Now I can't get back to sleep and time seems to be stuck like a fly in amber.
We do still have time, right? Time is moving, isn't it? I didn't get stuck in some continuum where time has stalled, did I?
Oh well. I can use this time to bump the Streams thread, which I just noticed is perilously close to being run off the Singles Forum first page.
Always a huge comfort when the best doctor in town looks you in the eye and says, “I have no idea what’s causing this.”
On the bright side, she followed it up with “Let’s get you scheduled for some tests to start ruling things out.”
Okey dokey.
Always a huge comfort when the best doctor in town looks you in the eye and says, “I have no idea what’s causing this.”
On the bright side, she followed it up with “Let’s get you scheduled for some tests to start ruling things out.”
Okey dokey.
I know this question could be taken a couple of ways but here goes anyway.
What's wrong with you?