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2003-09-02 - 11:11 a.m. I'm fed up. Last night I couldn't get to sleep for ages and lay in the dark listening to an old Ally McBeal CD and thinking. In the end I started singing along, which was hardly the point... the point was: I was supposed to be going to sleep, but I felt so wired up that I couldn't turn my brain off. It's so frustrating. I wanted to wake up fairly early. It's not like I was even thinking about anything important. My brain was just going over and over the same old boring thoughts. Eventually I got to sleep and woke up too early for my liking. I am in pain because like a stupid twit I went and did aerobics yesterday - after watching them prat around in a dance class on Fame Academy - in the vain hope that I might lose weight. I really hate myself when I actually cause myself pain. Then again I am sure that in some peverse way that exercise must have been good for some part of my body. Maybe making bones or something. I called him this morning - at his request - but I didn't really have much to say except yawn and tell him I was bored. Our conversations have those long silences which used to be difficult for me, but now I feel comfortable enough about to not go red and get all flustered. A slight improvement I guess. I think he is monitoring my sleep or something. Every day he asks me what time I went to bed or how long have I slept for. Maybe he's turning into my mom! Anyway though the blurry haze, I suddenly remembered that I needed to send an old uni friend a birthday card. So I sat down and wrote that, updated her on my pointless life and staggered out to post it. In a fit of genius, I decided to walk the dog at the same time - thus killing two birds with one stone. I felt unhealthy walking though. I still had to water all the plants and pick the tomatoes and stuff in my dad's garden. I ended up doing that at the end of the walk 'cos I knew I would never do it if I went and sat down first. Penz is supposed to be coming tomorrow for lunch. I have a pizza, which I guess we could have. I need to clean the bathroom and tidy and stuff. I'm not feeling very organised. My brain feels so foggy today that I am not really sure what I am supposed to be doing. I guess I'll go and write a list. |
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