Insomnia

[thewhitelily]

I hate insomnia.

Of course, I made a pact with it a month or so ago: leave me alone in November, and I shall be yours forevermore!

I think it's breaking the contract a bit, though, to hit me the moment I hit 50K, despite the fact that it's still November. I'm sleep deprived, darnit, and I'd kind of like to catch up with what I've lost. However:

I finished NaNo on Saturday.
I couldn't sleep Saturday night.
I couldn't sleep in on Sunday morning.
I couldn't sleep Sunday night.
I couldn't even sleep in the last half hour before I had to get up for work on Monday morning.

Now it's Monday night, and guess what? I can't sleep! (well, technically it's Tuesday morning, but it counts as Monday, because I haven't slept yet).

*headkeyboard*

I wouldn't mind so much, except I have the attention span of a gnat when I'm not sleeping. It's probably part of the reason I can't sleep in the first place. But it also means I can't do any of the things on my plate that I'd like to do or that I've promised people I will - writing, editing, betaing - I can't even read Mozzie's new fic, because I'll just end up skimming, and that'd be a shame. (I managed to make my brain focus for the entire first section though, Mozzie! Yay! I like it so far! *headdesk*)

Still, I'm doing everything I can to get me closer to sleep. I've had a swim. (Actually, that was back closer to 10:30, but still. It's a couple of days before Summer officially begins, and I've now had what I consider to be the real christening of our pool, because it was the first time I've really enjoyed swimming in it.

I've been swimming a few times since we moved in a few months ago, but it's been shivery cold every time. Mainly because I'm a wuss - Hubby's been swimming three times a day since before the end of winter.

Today, however, the water was a blissful 29 degrees Celsius. Yes, indeed, that's warmer than the air temperature on a moderately hot day. Mmmmm... nice...)

I've also washed my hair and treated it for chlorine exposure. I've trawled around LJ commenting on a few posts I'd wanted to comment on but hadn't got around to for whatever reason. I've put on moisturiser and transferred clothes into the washing machine and petted the cats.

I've even weeded the garden. (Yes, at 1am.) And if you knew how much garden we have, you'd know that was a large job - I got a full garbage bag of weeds. Which I refuse to admit has anything to do with me ignoring them for NaNo. I've also set our watering system going, only to find that there's a gushing leaking bit on the second circuit, so I'm glad I was up watching it to stop it, so as not to waste all the contents of our lovely rainwater tank.

The rainwater tank is my brain's latest excuse for not letting me sleep. It (my brain, that is) insists on composing nasty letters to the people who installed it, insisting:
1) The stormwater outlet pipe was never properly connected, which means it blows off whenever it's actually necessary, pouring all the stormwater from our roof and our neighbor's roof onto a single spot in my garden and flooding the spot where the non-waterproof-pump is. Hmmm. Is this a good idea, guys?
2) What the hell is with this leaky bit in the watering system pipe? I haven't investigated fully, but I'm sure it's their fault.
3) Was I ever told that every time I actually wanted to use my rainwater tank I would have to run an extension lead out from the house to plug in the pump? I don't think so. Gaaargh.
4) I still haven't got around to submitting my applications for the council/state rebate. No, that's not their fault, but still... *poke*

Okay, so 2, 3, and 4 are pretty weak. But 1 is definitely shoddy workmanship. Still... nothing to lose sleep over, is it? *thwacks*

Erg. My eyelids are starting to droop again. That's at least a good sign, even if it's really my brain that needs to droop if I'm to actually get to sleep.

*goes to have another try at counting sheep* G'night.

Comments

[humble-mosquito.livejournal.com]

But I *like* it when you have insomina. It's the best. I much prefered it when we'd talk in my afternoon and your night, rather than my night and your morning or my morning and your evening. *pouts.*

I remember you'd force yourself to go to bed, and then about two minutes later you'd pop up as online again. Ah... for amusing, unstressful times.

*suddenly remembers that you being on late can be equate to stressful times, too.* *thwacks zine for ruining happy memories.*

It really isn't fair that you have a pool. You're, like, 24. *remembers that your husband goes into work on Saturday.*

And, yay. One segment! Twenty-four more to go.

Gah, people don't just whore msn enough anymore. Well, some do. But you and Yeti don't. Actually, that's not true: you do - just not tonight. Yeti doesn't, though. *mumbles bitterly*

*gives you some sewing to do, because that's a guarantee to get you on msn.*

[thewhitelily]

*cries* Yeah, it's all fun and games on your end. *grumblegrumble*

Happy days of sleeplessness. :)

And sure, it isn't fair that I have a pool. (And you haven't even seen how awesome our pool is. It's not just a pool, it's the single clinching factor on why we bought this house. It's a Pool with a capital P.) But nyah-nyah, I've got one and the scary mortgage to go with it *cries*.

Yay! Now I've read it all! AWESOMEBRILLIANTFANTASTICWONDERFULOMGILOVEIT! Your writing just keeps getting better and better. *grins happily at you* *will leave you a proper review soon* *as well as sending you an email of the inevitable nitpicks*

I would whore MSN! I would! But there's a clash with the firewall and... yes, well. It's being dealt with soon, hopefully.

*sews you a tiny pink cushion to rest your royal mosquitoness upon, to avoid overstressing those prettypretty wings*

[dim-aldebaran.livejournal.com]

Welcome to my world.

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[thewhitelily]

Thank you! *makes self at home*

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