I knew I said I wasn’t going to write, but hey! Here I am! A brand new hormonal thing this year, along with the migraines, is a monthly bout of serious insomnia. It only lasts one or two days, but while I am not the best sleeper any time of the month, this new insomnia is rough. I got about two hours last night and three tonight.
It’s not that kind of insomnia you can soothe, either. I’ve become pretty good with the reg’lar kind — read for a while, or have a cup of tea, and not stress out, just drift back to sleep eventually. But this kind, the brain is ON! Hello! I’m your brain! I have approximately four thousand seventy-two new ideas to throw at you, and I know you can’t remember a damn thing, so I’m going to yell them at you over and over until you turn on the light to write them down, and then a-HA! You’re up! Let’s play! The brain likes coffee! Coffee, please?
So it’s 0530, and I’m all packed and ready to go camping and Lala and Bethany won’t be here until 8am. Honestly, I don’t really mind. I mind more when I have to DO things, like work. I’m not too concerned with being drowsy around the campsite. Lovely.
Have I mentioned I love Oakland? I hella heart Oakland. When I woke up at this time yesterday, I got up and went shopping at the best store in town, which is open 24 hours: Longs Drugs on 51st. You wouldn’t think so, huh? But I’ve blogged about it before: You can get EVERYTHING there. It’s HUGE. Yesterday I needed nice heavyweight paper and a new print cartridge — they had the right stuff, down to the cartridge number. I found a cute orange tank top over in the clothing section. They sell alcohol, furniture, plants, fabric, and YARN, people. They carry Indian spices and huge water fountains. Over by the indoor plant area, birds flap about under the roof — they get in during the day, and they nest up there. No one seems to mind, which is nice, I think. I got Mom an inflatable bed for her tent in the camping aisle. I think I spent an hour and a happy half there.
Two women passed me at about 6:30am over by the shoe aisle. One said, very concerned-like, "You didn’t know? You really didn’t know? Oh, honey. I’m sorry. Once you know about this store, you’re doomed." Her friend’s eyes were huge. lt’s kind of an addiction. I call it my midnight Disneyland.
Yawn. Now that I’ve both given and got up, and now that I’ve had my coffee, I’m a little sleepy. Figgers.
One more thing: I usually wash my one running bra by hand (that new one from Title 9 just shipped, thank god). I’ve done this for quite a long time. I would seriously love to know just how long I’ve been missing a wire. Dude. One boob has wire, the other doesn’t. Where did it go? Why the hell haven’t I noticed? Did I run the half-marathon that way? I must have. Will I be able to get over this and still run in it, or will I run in small circles, now that I know? This is something I lie in bed wondering about.
Happy long weekend! Woot! (Also, watch me enable Jeni. Heh. Ignore the incredible double-chin shot, though.)
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