*insert incoherent noise here*

[flyakate]

It seems like all I do, lately, is sleep. While intellectually, I know that's not entirely true, I'm having a hell of a time getting up and/or going to bed. Granted, I'm sure this is merely a reaction to having too much caffeine later in the evening and not enough water, which makes me groggy and lazy all day (not to mention that my bed is so damn comfortable, wow) but it's getting really irritating. Of course, that's when the anxiety kicks in that something's wrong with me and I start Googling things. That way lies trouble, I tell you.

So... yeah. Younger Sister came back from spending the weekend in the city with her boyfriend (after spending the rest of last week with our parents) so that's good. I might be subbing on Wednesday in the 4th grade, which will be fun. I have a multitude of story ideas bouncing around in my head, which is excellent. I just.... mnergh.

Sorry. I promise that my next entry will be slightly more up beat and have an actual topic; like excitement over my room being almost put together, or reminiscing based on adorable postcards I found. Which reminds me...

In packing/cleaning/moving, I found I have a stack of postcards form random places that I bought and then never sent to anyone. Would anyone care for a postcard that most likely has no basis on where I live currently? If I don't have your address, send it to me! flyakate (at) livejournal should work. And, if I do? I... might send you a postcard either way ;o)

rhymester: I need your new house address. Unless you want me to send all your mail to your parents house; I seem to have lost all the other addresses I had (where you don't live anymore, anyway). So, address please and thank you!

Glad I remembered that, it redeemed the depressing downward spiral of this post.

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[winkingstar.livejournal.com]

*smacks self* Whoops, I totally meant to send you my new address way a long time ago (and, you know, those recipes you requested ages ago as well). I even have a post-it note telling me to do so. I have kind of a lot of post-it notes, though. Oops?

Also, sleep is annoying. It's so hard to get just the right amount, and if you get too much or too little, you're cranky and/or depressed. Boo. :( I have trouble falling asleep, so I can relate to sleep woes.

[winkingstar.livejournal.com]

Okay, email is sent! ... A month later? Oh well.

Also, *huggles!*