Random-ness.

So.. I'm working the overnights now.. haha.. 12.. T.W.E.L.V.E. count 'em 12 weeks of sleeplessness. Ugh.

So.. in my delusional self indulgent all thoughts seem earth shattering-ness while suffering from insomnia, I thought I'd share a few with you.. you, oh lucky you.. just in case we happen to talk on the phone and my gibberish makes no sense whatsoever.. just do what I do.. nod your head and pretend I make sense and whatever you do.. DON'T make any sudden moves.. I'm liable to jump... where to.. no idea.. but.. just in case.. we are now both prepared.

Ka-peesh?

So.. anywhoo.. randomness.

Why oh why, is it when I get like, 4 hours of sleep a night.. my fingernails get dirtier and dirtier? I'm clean, I shower like usual(actually more so in my attempts to wake up). Even though I'm not sleeping, I'm either lying in bed attempting to sleep or on the couch wishing I was in bed sleeping.. so it's not.. (ha ha if you combine those two words you get; it snot.. snot.. haha..)(seriously? snot is cracking me up? Oh My. 11 more weeks, 1 day and 8.32 hours to go.. if this is just the beginning.. don't be scared, don't be scared, don't be scared...)

.. uhm.. anyone remember where I was going with that?

Hunh.. me either.

So.. anyway.. music.. how is it Matchbox Twenty's 'how far we've come' makes me want to get up and jump like a lunatic every stinking time I hear it? Is it the guy saying hello to me in the beginning of the song? Maybe? Hmmm... and then songs like Mustang Sally make you feel like you are the sass a frasses Queen MEOW? Seriously. Then you have songs like Breathe from Ellem that just.. float you away. I love music. Love love love.. Hoping Jules loves it as much as I do.

Why is it.. when you eat.. and you know you are full.. but.. really.. what harm could one more grape be you say.. and then you indulge further and that one ended up being the whole bag and then you think.. 'oh. hunh. gaaah. Now I have no more snacks for my 3am Angie needs refueling and we're purposefully not bringing cash to work because we do not want to imbibe in any sodas because soda is bad bad bad to Angie's health.'

Only then, and only then mind you, do you realize the dire circumstances that 'just one more grape' mentality left you in.

Do you know how hard it is not to send any of you a text at 3am? No? Take my word for it. Not cool dude.

Think I need to stop for now. Might really go off the deep end here if I keep typing. Gets kinda scary when Angie gets to talking about herself in the 3rd person and we begin the meanderings of what passes for logical thoughts on 4 hours of sleep for the 3rd or is it the 4th night this week? Sweek. Yeah, sweek is not as cool as snot on word combos..

Take care.. Happy Friday!

Love, Ang