This icon. It's... kind of hypnotic.

I don't even know any more, guys. Sleep and I are not on good terms with each other. I don't know if it's a problem with the bed or the pillows or my lack of proper stuffed animals or, fuck, the feng shui is off, but it can't be entirely me. I'm not this completely messed up. I can't be.

I tried to sleep, that was a fail. So now I'm sitting here with my glasses off, squinting to read the screen, halfheartedly considering trying to write but not feeling it.

Part of me wants to rearrange the room some more, and part of me thinks that other part is fucking stupid. Really, if I could get the glass shelves up here, that might fix a lot of problems, except I wouldn't be able to set up my computer on it like my brain keeps trying to convince itself I can. I need a monitor at eye level, kthx, and since my computer chair is a recliner, that means lower rather than higher...

On the bright side, I totally got most of the mailing I have to do packed up. maggiesox, I still haven't sent out Flight of the Conchords, and the box I had it in kind of fell apart, so-- soon, I swear. Like as soon as I find a suitable replacement box.

I know I just got a bunch of new friends from the political fandom friending meme. Hi guys! I'm an insomniac and I post too much, hope you don't mind. ♥ ♥

Okay, clearly what I need is a brick to the head Rahm Emanuel to feed me cheesecake a ten minute drum solo! to put on my glasses and stop squinting. And maybe breakfast.


eta: Okay, what the fuck? Invisible midgets come put their fingers all over my glasses when I take them off. They were not this dirty when I put them down four hours ago.

eta2: I KNEW I already owned a copy of Catullus! And this one is in perfect condition, too. ALSO FOUND: big-ass Utena poster \o/ and signed photo of Enter the Haggis \o/ pretty sweet.