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April 09, 2003
Dreams of an Insomniac
being an insomniac isn't as great as it looks on tv and in the movies. I mean, yes, I'm getting a TON of reading and tivo-watching and list-making done. Yes, I've finally found the time to squeeze in that 20-minutes a day to work out. and I've found another 20 minutes a day to look at the parts I've been working out, and another 2 minutes to say "damn, girl, that's some fine ab work you've been doin'!"
yes, I've been looking for jobs. and applying.
but I've also had hour upon hour of time where I'm crying because I'm so tired that it's painful.
hours where I'm obsessing over the things on my lists - the things I should do when the rest of the world is awake -
'should I do laundry before or after I paint the hallway?'
if I do it before, I'll have clean clothes. if I do it after, I risk swiping the clothes down the length of the hall when I go to put them away. but I'll probably swipe the wet paint anyway, so I should probably stay out of that part of the house for a few hours
what do I need from that part of the house before I start painting?
Ooh, the bathrooms are in that part of the house, which means if I want to be cleaned up after painting, I will need to wait and just scrape the latex off rather than shower it off...unless I can be absolutely sure I can be careful in walking down the tiny little hallway without brushing against the wet paint....no, I'll just scrape the latex off
which reminds me, I think there's still a box of gloves in my safe-sex kit,
I should use those to keep the paint from squeegeeing under my nails....
how depressing that I'm using my sexxy latex for DIY.
when was the last time I used gloves for non-DIY purposes? how old are those gloves, anyway? I wonder if there's anything else in that kit that I've forgotten? are these batteries still fresh?
hell, maybe I'll just paint the hallway in the opposite direction
and end up trapped in the bathroom for a few hours. clean those brushes, take a good bath....yeah, that's what I'll do. a couple of hours in the bath. that sounds relaxing.
so you see, I'm utterly incapable of being productive while I'm suffering sleeplessly. I'm just a nattering list-maker. No good use to anyone, like this.
by the way, I never got to painting the hallway - the parents saw the freshly prepared walls, the perfectly masked moldings, the luxuriously drop-clothed floors, and decided to paint it themselves. and promptly swiped each and every corner while cleaning up after, thank you very much. (it's really a very small hallway)
Posted by Heather at April 9, 2003 12:00 AM
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And then there are those of us who've come to terms with our given level of insomina, only to end up attached to someone with a much worse case who keeps us out all night, walking all over Lakeview and Lincoln Park in search of a bar and a bathroom.
Who the hell am I kidding? I loved every minute of it. Let's do it again Friday.
Posted by: sourbob at April 10, 2003 10:05 AM
I love your site.
Now, - and excuse my question if it doesn't fit here - but I'm curious about your lattex gloves. What are they for?
Posted by: Valupi at April 16, 2003 08:25 AM