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14 February 2008 @ 09:12 am
You know what's a really bad idea?  
Reading a book called 'Insomnia'* when you don't have the best track record of sleeping well as it is.

Got maybe three hours sleep last night, woke up with my alarm, snoozed for an hour, took the quickest shower in the history of showers, managed to get dressed in ratty clothes that I wouldn't normally wear to work (this t-shirt is at least ten years old and the zip-up jumper is for when the house gets cold), ran and managed to catch the train, refused point blank to take my arm off the arm rest (it's my sore arm) and glared at the cow who kept trying to push my arm off with hers, ran for the underground train only to have a big lad push on in front of me and then try to stand in the doorway until I said 'scuse me, put up with big lad trying to intimidate me by leaning over me (or maybe he fancied me, he was definitely trying to get up close and personal), walk up the hill only to find the staff door of the library has a sign on it saying out of order, walk all the way round the building (s'a big building, and it's on a hill) incidentally passing big lad from the underground on the way, get into the building, again have someone bump into my sore arm and not apologise, get into the office to find the other supervisors already having a big conflab about what tasks to give out and again not even thinking to ask me, then find out that the back door actually is working but the twats hadn't taken the sign down yet, realise I could be this crabbit because I left the house so damn quickly that I didn't take my meds, think myself lucky I still have them in my bag from staying out the other night, get some caffeine, try to put up with J being all "Oh, someone called for you at 8, couldn't you tell them not to call so early?", then turn round to see someone (probably J) has drawn love hearts on the white board behind my desk.

Is there such a thing as a Valentine's Scrooge?

I think there might be. She's called Sho.

Balls to Valentine's Day.

* although one thing that amused me about the book is that somehow everything seems to revolve back around to SPN. The protagonist is suffering from insomnia and there's a lot of scene-setting and physical description as his senses begin to adapt to lack of sleep - he notices things more. And one of the things he notices (whilst drama is going on around him) is a chalk heart on the pavement saying "Sam + Deannie = 4ever". I kid you not...)
 
 
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technopagan hippie chickgeminilove_ca on February 14th, 2008 03:24 pm (UTC)
I'm with you. I've gotten burned on Valentine's Day.

My ex-husband used to treat me with indifference or else like crap all year, then think a big present on V Day made up for it.

My ex-boyfriend used to be sweet at random moments, then run like hell from mid-January to the end of February because he hated Valentine's Day so much.

It's just gotten to the point that I want to crawl into bed around the time the roses and hearts hit the stores and not come out till they've all wilted.
the girl who used to dance on fire and brimstonewhiskyinmind on February 15th, 2008 10:44 am (UTC)
*snugs you*

That's what galls me so much about the day - it's just a day, if someone is in a relationship then surely they shouldn't be encouraged to change the way they act for one day a year? It makes no sense - like you say, you've had both ends of the stick.

It seems to me that more and more people are getting tired of the day, maybe it's because I'm getting older, but the hype doesn't seem to be there any more. Maybe it'll peter out on its own as more of us start to ignore it?
technopagan hippie chickgeminilove_ca on February 15th, 2008 03:16 pm (UTC)
The only good thing is the half-priced chocolates the next day.... lol