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[blustocking]

I just woke up. I thought it was 3pm. Nope. 5:30pm. But I went to bed at 6am, so I guess that's not too bad. Had a good time last night. Went to Cat & Fiddle, had a few Boddingtons with glazedlife. Then we went to Norm's to continue our conversation. He was wearing a skirt, which I must commend him for as not only did it look good, but Cat & Fiddle and Norm's are not "boys in skirts" kinda places. They should be, but they're not really. While we were at the Cat & Fiddle, we were treated to gunshots being fired in the air. It was funny, people just sorta looked around and after about 5 minutes, went back to talking. Then at Norm's about 4 police cars showed up to stop an "incident" which was really just some chick screaming about why they wouldn't be served. It could have escalated I guess, but four cop cars? Anyway, then we ended up talking in the parking lot for about an hour. I came home, got online, did my exercises, took a shower and went to bed at 6am. I MUST stop going to bed at 6am. My schedule is fucked.

Now I'm sitting here in my room, in minimal light, waiting for today to begin when I'm not really sure I want it to.

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[neobitch.livejournal.com]

I enjoy being a night owl, as long as there are folks about (whether in person or online) for me to associate with during my 'normal' waking hours. I've found it's much, /much/ easier on the soul to be restless and alone at 10pm than, say, 4:30am.

And I hate sleeping in like you just described, when I'm in full-out night-owl mode. You just want to go right back to bed and sleep another fourteen hours, or something. Bleah.

Hopefully some tiny little spot of goodness will land upon your head, and you'll get to feeling better about today. :)

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[blustocking.livejournal.com]

Thank you sweetie. Really.

:)