Well.. it's 0321 and I'm still up. Again.
I was doing alright until Friday night. Then the stupid bed started leaking.. And I ended up not getting shit for sleep, cause Belle was over and I couldn't very well just sleep in the recliner.
I already knew it was going to be tough over the weekend cause of the demo, then my event, then my shift on Sunday (that got canceled anyway), but I was planning on going to bed early Friday so I could deal with it. No such luck. So.. no sleep Friday night. No sleep Saturday night.. Slept from about 0830 til 1300 Sunday, then stayed up too late again and got up too late.. Etc, etc.. And it had been going downhill since. Again, we have seen that it takes one or 2 days for me to fuck up the day schedule, and forever to fix it again.
In brighter news, I lost another pound. Granted, it was in 10 days, rather than under a week, but hey.. A pound is something.. maybe. I guess we'll see if there is more gone next time I get on the scale. I really need a scale of my own, or at least, I sometimes think so. On the other hand, it might be better that I don't have one, so I CAN'T be weighing myself too often. I really don't want to get obsessed with the fucking scale!
Am I supposed to be saying, "fucking"? I'm not actually sure if I'm allowed to say that at the moment. Oh well.
Whatever. If the word restrictions are in effect, I'm not not supposed to be saying "whatever" either. At least, not in that fashion. Gah!!! Oh well. I'm going to go to bed. Soon. Gong to drink my water first. Gonna try the bed. If it is leaking too fast, it will be the recliner.