MotherFUCKER, I took the stupid pill around 11:30 so why am I still unable to sleep after trying for two and a half hours? Don't tell me I have to switch off these pills every five days. That's fucking ridiculous, for one thing, and I'll get used to both of them and be entirely fucked within the month, for another thing. If all it's going to do is give me a screaming bitch of a headache then I think I'm going to take Lisa's advice and start having a glass of wine before bed. Despite the fact that I don't like wine. Hey, wine drinkers, what would you suggest to someone who doesn't like any of the red wines she's ever tasted because they all taste too alcoholic? I also can't stand champagne, if that impacts the suggestion list at all. I think I'd prefer something fruity. I know at least one of you can make an educated recommendation for me.

...hello new people, I have problems with insomnia. As you will become well aware once you have me on your flists for a couple of weeks. It is not at all uncommon for me to miss a night's sleep, entirely unwillingly, and then bitch about it all day long the next day. (Bitching about it includes pleas for attention, pointless posting, sudden upsurge in meme activity, and increased swearing.) But that's not all I do, I promise I'm more interesting than that on a regular basis. Here's my about me post, if you want the cheat sheet to what a speccygeekgrrl is.

I didn't get asleep enough to actually dream, just for my daydreams to get really bizarre, so I spent the past, oh, 150 minutes or so thinking about Moriarty. Specifically, trying to figure out why I like him so much despite him annoying the everloving fuck out of me. I didn't make much headway into that particular problem. I'm going to be doing a podfic soon (probably tomorrow to keep myself from turning into a gibbering idiot trying to read 40 pages of some of the most dense and disinteresting prose I've ever been assigned) that's about Moriarty and Moran, and I'm wondering how to handle his voice, because that mocking sing-song isn't really appropriate here, but neither is the cold fury, and the last thing I want to happen is for my Moriarty-voice to sound like my John-voice. I'm absolutely staying the hell away from his shifting accent. I can't do accents when they stay in one place, let alone when they skip all the fuck over.

Anyways. I'll do it and either I will be pleased with it or I won't, and people will like it or they won't, and those two categories don't necessarily have anything to do with each other, really. I've posted things I wasn't entirely pleased with before and had people enjoy it anyhow. (Not often, though. I can point to most of my podfics and say with perfect honesty that I love how they turned out.)

I shouldn't let it stress me out, anyhow. This is what I do to relax. As soon as my hobbies start to hold hands with my anxieties, it's time for me to stop doing them for a while, and I haven't reached that point yet with podfic. I hope I never reach that point, but I know better than to say it'll never happen.

I have five things in my "record these" window that I have permission to do, and I have two more kicking around my main browsing window that I haven't asked for permission yet for one reason or another. If I do two a day, and I have no problems doing two podfics a day, then I will have them all done before I have to leave for college and my recording conditions change. I have no idea what the acoustics in my dorm room are like, and I don't want to have to resort to sitting in my closet in order to get decent sound quality without background noise. I'll do it if I have to, though.

I did mention the screaming bitch of a headache, right? I would spend this time catching up on my fic reading, but it's making it very unpleasant to look at text right now. I might actually put on an audiobook, I still haven't finished Restaurant at the End of the Universe. I'm just coming up on the point where Arthur meets the Dish of the Day. Yeah, I think that's what I'll do, it's a better plan than aggravating my headache and feeling sorry for myself, and maybe Martin Freeman can talk me into getting some sleep. That would be superb.