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28 October 2007 @ 06:09 am
I'm up way, way too fucking early.

There's a crack in my ceiling, in the main room, from one side of the room to the other. This means it runs directly underneath my bed in the room upstairs. The floor up there has creaked since the day we moved in, but now there's this crack, all the way across the room. Needless to say, this makes me incredibly paranoid, and these days, with this weird adrenaline/panic/whatever the fuck thing this is that affects me...yeah, last night, couldn't sleep at all. Laying there reading, every little noise seemed louder, the whole bed felt like it wasn't level, etc. Took forever to get to sleep, and now, awake too early. Di's calling the apartment maintenance on Monday morning, not much we can do until then, and not sure what they can/will do.

Sometimes, it would be so much easier to not feel. I need a job, just so I have the money to drink myself into not caring.
No Time For Love, Dr. Jones: but why's the rum's gone!polarbear on October 28th, 2007 04:13 pm (UTC)
Is that what jobs are for? ;)
God of Thunder and Rock'n'Roll: Archmage Drinkingarchmage on October 28th, 2007 04:38 pm (UTC)
Among other things. It's certainly harder without.