August 30, 2004 :: 11:36 p.m.
Mr. Sandman, bring me a treat... dum dum dum dum...
I'm so tired. Sooo tired. Too tired to pick a CD to listen to, even. It's just me, alone in a room with the aircraft carrier noises of the air conditioner and this weird blippy chimey noise that I have no idea how to explain. Adam slept over last night; we went to bed around 1 and got up at 6:30 so that he could move his car to a metered spot closer to my apartment. And I'm getting up at 7 tomorrow morning. I'm going to try, anyway. And I've been doing this new Weight Watchers plan, and I like it, but it's making me feel kind of weird sometimes. Like a little bit lightheaded and perpetually empty in the tummy even though I've been eating quite enough. Earlier I thought maybe it was because I hadn't eaten much fat or protein, but then I had some cashew butter and an apple and it didn't get much better, so... I don't know. Well, it got a little better for a while, but now I'm all empty again. It's unpleasant.
My car was delivered to the mechanic today for its inspection. I should get it back tomorrow or Wednesday. I'm not too concerned about when, since I don't really have anyplace to drive to. But I am planning to do some walking around tomorrow, if my still-smarting ankle will allow it. I want to go to Market and get some fruits and veggies and then possibly find the voter registration office and get that taken care of. That last bit will get done sometime this week, anyway. It's annoying, though, because I tried to register to vote by mail in February but never received my card thingy. Grrrr. I guess it doesn't really matter at this point, though, 'cause I'd have to change counties anyway.
La la la. I'm having issues forming coherent thoughts right now, so I'm going to go sleep. Sleep is my friend. Since I can't have a cat, maybe I'll just call sleep "Mr. Waffles" from now on.
(You'll only get that if you're Adam. See, when I can have a kitty of my own I'm going to name him Mr. Waffles. We'll call him Warfy for short.)
(Except, now I guess everyone will get it. Hum. So much for in-jokes.)
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