Sleep and stuff
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azdesertroseI'm tired today. I finally slept worth something last night but I had a really busy day yesterday. We had a party last night for Cliff's birthday, which is actually tomorrow, but we had a better chance of getting our friends together on a Saturday than on a Monday.
The party went well. Cliff christened the grill and cooked burgers and hot dogs and Dixie made potato salad and cole slaw and we had cake from Publix because that was what Cliff wanted. We had friends over and good food and a good time. My daughter was over because for some odd reason she prefers to come to my house to practice things like projects for school and duets for church. Maybe my parents tease her about it or something, and I let her do her thing. I did sweeten the deal by inviting the kids to bring their swimsuits and sunblock and saying that I'd take them to the pool after the practicing was done. My parents' neighborhood doesn't have a pool.
Cliff and I made love last night but he strained his arm while we were doing so, so I've been apologizing all day for having broken my honey.
He has an appointment tomorrow at the sleep clinic so we can try to see if we can get him sleeping better. I don't think his work schedule helps much with that. He doesn't get a consistent bed time or waking-up time. But he snores, and he wakes up a lot, and I've heard him stop breathing in his sleep and then snore really loud and change positions and start breathing again.
His screwed-up work schedule screws up my sleep too, but at least after I drop him off or pick him up at work I can go back to bed and sleep some more.
I don't want to sleep by myself tonight but he's at work so I have to. I want my honey.
I was chatting online with my friend Mike and we were talking about self-destructive things like cutting and not letting wounds heal. He doesn't let his wounds heal; he picks at them and makes them bleed and says that he feels relieved when he makes himself bleed. I told him that the same thing applies when I cut myself. The physical pain is a relief; so is the blood, for some odd reason. It's not healthy. I know better than to do it but I do it anyway.
I don't really want to go to bed, but I am tired. I just don't want to do much of anything today.
I really should have gone grocery shopping but we've got plenty of leftovers from the cookout last night and I just don't feel like doing anything today.
I also want some company besides Dixie and Nancy. I want Cliff but Jen or Tiff would be good too. But I'm not going to get what I want tonight. People have other things to do besides keep me company.
The party went well. Cliff christened the grill and cooked burgers and hot dogs and Dixie made potato salad and cole slaw and we had cake from Publix because that was what Cliff wanted. We had friends over and good food and a good time. My daughter was over because for some odd reason she prefers to come to my house to practice things like projects for school and duets for church. Maybe my parents tease her about it or something, and I let her do her thing. I did sweeten the deal by inviting the kids to bring their swimsuits and sunblock and saying that I'd take them to the pool after the practicing was done. My parents' neighborhood doesn't have a pool.
Cliff and I made love last night but he strained his arm while we were doing so, so I've been apologizing all day for having broken my honey.
He has an appointment tomorrow at the sleep clinic so we can try to see if we can get him sleeping better. I don't think his work schedule helps much with that. He doesn't get a consistent bed time or waking-up time. But he snores, and he wakes up a lot, and I've heard him stop breathing in his sleep and then snore really loud and change positions and start breathing again.
His screwed-up work schedule screws up my sleep too, but at least after I drop him off or pick him up at work I can go back to bed and sleep some more.
I don't want to sleep by myself tonight but he's at work so I have to. I want my honey.
I was chatting online with my friend Mike and we were talking about self-destructive things like cutting and not letting wounds heal. He doesn't let his wounds heal; he picks at them and makes them bleed and says that he feels relieved when he makes himself bleed. I told him that the same thing applies when I cut myself. The physical pain is a relief; so is the blood, for some odd reason. It's not healthy. I know better than to do it but I do it anyway.
I don't really want to go to bed, but I am tired. I just don't want to do much of anything today.
I really should have gone grocery shopping but we've got plenty of leftovers from the cookout last night and I just don't feel like doing anything today.
I also want some company besides Dixie and Nancy. I want Cliff but Jen or Tiff would be good too. But I'm not going to get what I want tonight. People have other things to do besides keep me company.
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Date: 2008-05-12 01:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-12 09:19 pm (UTC)I guess I just don't think to call you when I need to talk because I get your voice mail most of the time. Sorry.
*hugs* Love you too.