:: Angel's Aerie ::

:: Tuesday, January 07, 2003 ::

Happy birthday to me. Woo hoo. I can say that now, officially, since its after 9am. According to my mom, that's when it's officially my birthday, thanks to the wonder that is a c-section. Waiting for her to call any moment now, actually. I've been good, too. Managed to refrain from cracking the last I have of my strawberry (mmm) mead and downing that as a birthday toast to myself. So instead I'm slugging code red... like my insomia needs any help! Been up since 4am, when the boyfriend left for work. You'd think that I'd be able to sleep in late, enjoy being lazy today seeing as how I've taken the day off from work. But no. I guess my sleeping much, correction, most of the day yesterday kinda nixed that idea. As my boy forewarned, all that staying up finally caught up with me and I crashed hard-core yesterday when I finally went to bed. Don't suppose it helps any that I work graveyard shift, and have for the past two years, so my body's normal cycle is completely fucked up by now. Eh, whatever. It can join the club with everything else in my life that's been fucked in one way or another.

:: Angel 9:14 AM [+] ::
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