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[rosebee]

Let's review:

- I felt sick yesterday afternoon and went home sick.
-took cold & cough medicine and felt better
-ordered a pizza for dinner (which was late because they dropped it on the floor & had to remake it, but they didn't charge me for it, so it was all good)
-talked to the boyfriend (and communicated my displeasure at feeling ignored all day)
-finally figured out how to play blitzball in Final Fantasy X
-stayed up too late (until 11, given that I'm a bit on the sickly side, I should've gone to bed earlier)

So, given all of those things, why in the world did my body decide that waking up at 4am, 4:30am, 5am, 5:15am and so on was such a splendid idea? I've obviously given up on the idea of sleeping any more (being as how I'm updating LJ). But it's really irritating. I was very much looking forward to sleeping in today.

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[rosebee.livejournal.com]

Strange the way things work sometimes, isn't it?

{{hugs you back}}