Even though it feels like I haven't gotten a decent night's sleep in, oh, three months, I really need to stop with this sleeping until noon business.
The only reason I think even I'm roused from unconcioussness is because the two schools on my block are at recess in the middle of the day and all the kids gallop past my window. Oh, and all these 11-year-olds are swearing at the top of their lungs. I don't remember swearing when I was 11. I remember going to gymnastics and trying to find a way to get Jordan Knight from New Kids on the Block to propse to me. But swearing and screaming and calling girls bitches? What do these kids have to be so angry about? They're already living in downtown New York City. How could life possibly suck?
But all this sleep seems to be doing me some good. The delusions and crabbiness seem to be at an all-time low. I'm also getting better at cleaning. Whew.
Not much else to add for now. Maybe I'll be a little more prolific after my afternoon coffee. You know how it is.
