I have no self-control.
Grr. Argh.
Last night I staid up all night watching reruns of Star Trek – Voyager and reading a book, despite the fact that I had to wake up at preferably 8 this morning. At 3.30 AM I said to myself – Go to bed, you’ll regret this in the morning – but did I go to bed? noooooo. Of course not.
And I regret it. I can barely keep my eyes open, I feel like I have an IQ of a household plant, and like somebody beat me up with a stick last night. And the only thing I did was sleep way less than usual.
Mornings like these, I feel really old. I remember those times when I could party all night, sleep for three hours, work all day, party all night, sleep for four hours, work all day, party all night, sleep… well, you get the picture. I could go days without sleeping properly, and now… I sleep less than eight hours, I feel like shit. And then I wonder, how could I have been doing that just a few years back, and now I can’t do it for more than a week without a total collapse?! Maybe it’s my memory of the past that is false; maybe then I also felt like shit in the morning but I forgot.
Argh, whatever.
It looks very very cold outside. I don’t even have to open the window, I can smell the cold. Last night honeybunny and I were walking through the city and my forehead was freezing so bad I got a headache. I’ll have to dig out a hat from some forgotten regions of the closet.
I hope it’s warmer where you are.
Love from Tiamat.
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