i’m a landmine today. i think the exhaustion of the past week and the unexpected pleasure of a period five days early is just more than i can handle. i’m being a giant, selfish brat and i’ve decided if people love me they’ll be ok with this, i promise it’s not anything a good solid 8 hours of sleep won’t cure. it’s been a long time since i’ve slept 8 hours in a row. i tried last night, but i got a late start because i spent so much time talking to the TTHM (*sigh* i know, i know i can’t help it. he just makes my heart go pitterpat despite my heart’s best interests. really it doesn’t listen to me, why on earth would it listen to him? the heart, it doesn’t care that he doesn’t want me.)

but so i got a late start on the sleep and then i’ve developed this really fun habit of waking up at 5 in the morning, no matter what time i went to bed. it’s getting old, fast.

so what does one do when they wake up at 5 in the morning? well, of course, they call up their voicemail and listen to the messages– you know, the one where joots talks about her silver exercise ball and where darlingjason recites ferris bueller.

at least that’s what i do. it doesn’t make me sleep, but it sure makes me happy.

today i need a hug and a beer.