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Warning: Expect foul language. I often blog when sleep deprived, and even when I'm not sleep deprived I cuss.
Warning the second: TMI often occurs. Read at your own risk. Feel free to laugh at my expense (I know I do!).
Warning the third: I suppose I should just put a general Trigger Warning here. I talk about mental illness (Anxiety, panic disorder, depression, social shit), abuse (rarely), and my fucked up relationship with food. And...other things. Actually, just consider this a general warning: If you might be triggered by things, you probably should read no further.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Again

Head. Desk. Head. Desk. Head. Desk.
Dear God why am I still awake?! I really am honestly tired. Really I am. Body, you've been telling me for hours before bedtime that you wanted to sleep, but *now* you decide you don't want to...while still complaining that you're tired? Brain...did you and Body have another fight? Because I've gotta say, I really don't like being put in the middle when you do. I really don't feel I can give you guys balanced mediation when you fuck me over like this. Seriously. You guys need to work through your problems, and leave me out of it. Saaaay...what if, and this is just a crazy idea I had, what if you guys let me sleep then hashed things out? It would be win-win! ...No? Fuck you.
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