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There, there, a head-check isn't so bad.
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May 27 12:38 UTC 2006 |
So I woke up a little while ago to hear my brain screaming, "Help, help,
I can't breathe!" and I realized that I couldn't give it an inhaler or
anything like that, because it was something else. So I said, "There,
there, everything is going to be fine, we'll just get up for a bit so
you can take a deep breath and let your nerves settle."
So it told my feet to go over to the kitchen, and I turned on the light,
and then it whined, "I'm hungry." I said, "No, you're not, you can't
possibly be after a nice dinner with watermelon for dessert." But I
reluctantly agreed.
I found myself looking down at a box of the abomination they call
"Yogurt Cheerios" or something like that. It began to hum with
excitement, so I poured a bowl even though I remembered it being sort of
disgusting.
At some point, I remember washing a pitcher because it said it was
thirsty, too, and pulling out the last of the cheap Crystal Light
knock-off that the Mrs. had gotten at the Big Box Mart store uptown.
Mmmm, grapey.
And now, here we are, bored, with no one to talk to. Not even halfway
across the world.
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slynne
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May 27 13:58 UTC 2006 |
Ah yeah. Sometimes that happens to me too. I wake up because of a bad
dream or because I have a cold and cant breathe and then I have
something to eat. The problem is that having something to eat signals my
body that it is time to wake up so I have learned that unless I woke up
because I was hungry, it is really better not to eat during the night.
My other bit of advice is to live in the Eastern time zone because then,
if you wake up at 3a and are feeling sad and lonely, you can call your
friends in Hawaii and they are just getting home from work ;). If you
want to continue living where you do, I suggest you get some friends in
Japan or Austrailia or something.
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