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My secret joy in life is a miserable night: tossing and turning, unable to get comfortable, unable to regulate my temperature, anxiety spiked, intestinal distress compounding everything.
For those new to the channel, that was sarcasm.
I am EXHAUSTED. Hours of hot flashes and anxiety, something I indulged in wasn't sitting quite right, and time steadily marching on without the mercy of sleep. At one point, I contemplated getting up to either work on my novel or watch YouTube videos until I passed out. I didn't because I didn't want to wake up any more than I already was.
I eventually did drop off, as I don't remember seeing a time between 3am-ish and the alarm at 6:30. I shouldn't be, but I'm shivering and cold. While that could be my tired jumping up and down and waving flags, it's no less distressing. So, yeah, miserable fucking night. And I promised my mom that we would go over and help winterize her grape vines today. I'm going to promise myself a nap after that, because I need one.
For those new to the channel, that was sarcasm.
I am EXHAUSTED. Hours of hot flashes and anxiety, something I indulged in wasn't sitting quite right, and time steadily marching on without the mercy of sleep. At one point, I contemplated getting up to either work on my novel or watch YouTube videos until I passed out. I didn't because I didn't want to wake up any more than I already was.
I eventually did drop off, as I don't remember seeing a time between 3am-ish and the alarm at 6:30. I shouldn't be, but I'm shivering and cold. While that could be my tired jumping up and down and waving flags, it's no less distressing. So, yeah, miserable fucking night. And I promised my mom that we would go over and help winterize her grape vines today. I'm going to promise myself a nap after that, because I need one.
