is it even worth going to bed?

[zhie]

Mark's going to wake up in about 45 minutes, and has to be at work by 6. I'm thinkging, it's probably just not worth going to bed at this point. I am completely messed up from a nap that was only supposed to be an hour -- I slept for 8.

It's just, I don't want to write, I don't want to play neopets, I can't play bass or music or watch TV at this time of the morning, redoing action figures needs a longer block of time, so... blarg.

I could read, but I can't concentrate, so it would do no good. I'm not hungry, I'm not sleepy. Times like this, I miss my parents house. I miss their library (which, they don't have anymore, after I left they turned it into a fitness room, but to give you an idea, there are like eight different fitness machine things taking up the space where the shelves and the books used to be), because I could just go up into it and sit in the big old green and gold recliner and pull things off the shelves at random. They had so many books, I never did get to look at all of them.

Of course, I do have *my* library these days... but it's not the same when you can't get to it whenever you want. Well, hmm... I just noticed that I still have the balloons from the 2000 presidential election hanging, drooped obviously, on the closet door, like some sort of abstract newage art piece. Classes considerably with the decor of the rest of the room. Used to have a bust of FDR out here, but the MIL broke it one day, then hid it in the closet until a few weeks later when she tried to pretend it didn't happen or something. Did I ever tell that story?

she came over, and then, for no reason, asks, 'hey, what ever happened to that statue you have?'

mark and i are both like, huh? what statue?

she goes and asks again, then she's all 'nevermind', then she brings it up again, 'that statue of that man's head'

so then mark and i start looking around going 'hey, where'd fdr go?' and she's like, 'oh, yeah, that is so weird'

like five minutes later, she's like, 'well, i wonder, maybe it broke and you got rid of it'

uh, no, that i'd remember.. what did you do with the president?

she finally fesses up and digs him out of the closet

yeah, that's my life.. and I just heard the alarm go off. Perfect timing.

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