Bah. Booklag!
Oct. 16th, 2011 10:26 amHonestly, it's like pre-emptive jetlag: a week early and in the wrong country.
I was out with friends last night, drinks and dinner. I came home, I went to bed, I went to sleep.
I woke up at three in the morning, and was then - well, awake. For hours. Couldn't breathe, which didn't help. Mac got lots of purry snuggling, and was entirely sweet; Barry came and sat on my chest for half an hour, a couple of times (helping!). Me, I just lay there and listened to the radio and waited it out. As you do.
About six I got drowsy, so I didn't get up till half an hour ago. Late brefuss! Oh noes! But the boys are very good. Baz prodded me once; otherwise they just waited.
So now I have a head stuffed with sleepy and my lung hurts, and I would take the day off but I really do need to finish this damn book and I could do it in a day if I had a good one.
Writer seeks grindstone, for better application of nose.
I was out with friends last night, drinks and dinner. I came home, I went to bed, I went to sleep.
I woke up at three in the morning, and was then - well, awake. For hours. Couldn't breathe, which didn't help. Mac got lots of purry snuggling, and was entirely sweet; Barry came and sat on my chest for half an hour, a couple of times (helping!). Me, I just lay there and listened to the radio and waited it out. As you do.
About six I got drowsy, so I didn't get up till half an hour ago. Late brefuss! Oh noes! But the boys are very good. Baz prodded me once; otherwise they just waited.
So now I have a head stuffed with sleepy and my lung hurts, and I would take the day off but I really do need to finish this damn book and I could do it in a day if I had a good one.
Writer seeks grindstone, for better application of nose.