verbminx

I wrote a post about Wednesday night's concert which is saved somewhere on my computer and will make its appearance tomorrow. Capsule: David Bowie continues to be Our Lord And Master. Oh. My. God.

But due to an incorrect clock in the room where I was sleeping, I ended up only getting about 3.5 hours of sleep... which resulted in me being unable to stay awake the whole day. My cousin the Custody Battle Kid, who I was around all day, must think that I could sleep through an earthquake. I only slept in one-to-two hour intervals, but I was always either asleep or wanting to be asleep... at A's house all afternoon (while CBK sat a few feet away playing Tony Hawk's Underground), and then on the bottom bunk in CBK's room back at Uncle G's house. I was woken up at 6:45 to go home, we left around 8, I had a full meal, and about an hour later my mom asked me to drive. I could only handle it for an hour before I had to switch back because I could barely keep my eyes open. It wasn't a comfortable weariness, either - it was the kind that comes from being overtired in a snowstorm.

So I've been home for a little over two hours and I couldn't think of anything better to do than to take a shower and follow it, onsen-style, with a bath. The bath was with the "Waving Not Drowning" bath bomb that

ragdoll got me for xmas from LUSH. Now my exhaustion is the relaxed sort, and I'm going to sleep - I can barely stay awake to write this. If you're an insomniac, go buy as many of the damned things as you can afford. Because I said so.