|Bad Mood / Boring Rant
||[May. 6th, 2008|07:14 am]
Kelly J. Cooper
Friday was a little rough and I was tired from a long week. Stayed up later than I intended, though not as stupidly late as today (I'm still awake). But then COULD NOT WAKE UP ON SATURDAY. Not even with two kinds of alarms plus periodic nudging from the BF and random phone calls. I'm still upset about it because it meant I missed Somerville Open Studios, dammit. I was just so friggin' exhausted from the week...
I finally achieved a bit of limited consciousness sometime after 5pm and thought to myself, "MISSED EVERYTHING... IF I GET UP, I'LL HAVE TO BRUSH MY TEETH AND PUT ON CLOTHES... FUCK THAT..." and rolled over to fall back asleep. Which meant I ALSO missed Cecilia & Shariann's book party, dammit. The BF finally tempted me out of bed around 10pm with spaghetti & (ground turkey) meatballs.
Despite not being able to sleep until late Saturday night/Sunday morning (having slept all day Saturday), I did manage to get up an hour early on Sunday. I also frittered away all but 15 minutes of that, but nevertheless I managed to see THREE of the FOUR studios that are within 100 feet of my door, one of which was new. And I bought a gorgeous bracelet that I can't really afford from the bead crocheting lady on Gussie.
Worked all day Sunday in a mostly reasonable but somewhat frustrating day, managed to get out a little after 11pm (early for me on Sundays), missed the bus by moments, caught the next bus 15 minutes later, got home at a little before midnight, ate a kinda yucky dinner, and crashed without logging in. Slept all day Monday, waking up periodically to take pills, go to the bathroom, and otherwise try to enjoy my day off.
But, I was in a pissy mood all day and ended up ignoring tons of phone calls. Didn't want to talk to ANYBODY about ANYTHING. I'm behind on EVERYTHING I'm trying to get done and it's making me batty. Grump Grump GRUMP. Still feeling kinda pissy, but better for having caught up on LJ & gotten some work done.
Shit fuck hell pus buckets my neurons are suckweaselly pig-fuckin' puppy-kickers dammit.
Sometimes I think I got more done when I didn't understand or recognize my depression or hypersomnia and just thought I was a big fuckup who needed to try harder to compensate. Viva la self-knowledge and medication.