I miss you, full night's sleep.

[featherynscale]

Despite the fact that I hauled my sorry arse into bed about 10 p.m. last night, the fabled 7-8 hours of solid sleep still eluded me. This is becoming a trend. It's always something. I wake up because I'm thirsty. I wake up because I have to pee. I wake up because the kids in the next room are fucking. I wake up becaue the kids in the next room are fighting. I wake up because I have nightmares. I wake up because the person in the bed with me rolls over. I wake up because there's a cricket singing Right Next To My Fucking Head. I wake up for no discernible reason at all.

At least, though, I did get rid of the cricket. It's now happily singing under J's bed instead of mine. And, since J and M were yelling about who was bored and whose fault that was at 1-2 a.m. last night (and woke me up, duh), I can't say I mind that the cricket has taken up residence with them all that much.

When I did get to sleep, I had a dream that I had left my job to teach in a pagan school. (They offered to pay me $10 an hour, since I was part of the coven.) I was with the littlest ones (the age group was probably 5-6, they were called The Spiders). I was taking over for triadruid, who had been the Spiders' substitute teacher. I was given a couple of textbooks for my curriculum: one was like the Circle Round songbook or some similarly brightly-colored large-format text. The other had the same picture on the cover as my copy of Pete Carroll's Liber Null and Psychonaut, but the title was "The Darkening of Feminism". I was wondering exactly what it was that I was supposed to teach The Spiders about feminism, or darkening, and there was nobody there to tell me. Ah well.

Comments

[ysabel.livejournal.com]

I wake up because there's a cricket singing Right Next To My Fucking Head.

I don't recognize that one. Can you hum a few bars?

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Yep. It sounds like this:

[ysabel.livejournal.com]

I forsee Right Next To My Fucking Head being the next big chart hit.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Unless I stomp the original artist with my boot. This is also still possible. Mr. Cricket, you are living on Borrowed Time.

[ysabel.livejournal.com]

And you thought record labels were harsh...

[zylch.livejournal.com]

Let me guess: M was bored?

Perhaps I shall talk to these two directly about the nice apartment over in Overland Park that needs a tenant. But so I don't waste my time, does at least one of them have a steady job?

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

You would be correct. I would be delighted if someone could offer them a lovely apartment at a reasonable rate. They are, at the moment, both employed, and for M, it seems to be a regular state of existence. What's the rent on your place?

[zylch.livejournal.com]

$590, most utils included (I pay electricity and internet/phone). I've got to talk to the manager tomorrow about whether they'd be willing to rent to someone for what I pay instead ($520); no idea how that's going to turn out, as a new company has just bought the property. Uberfun.

[wildnsquirrelly.livejournal.com]

Any interest in catching an actual Cruxshadows performance in ATL?

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Eh, depends. They're a good show, but I have seen them several times. Also, going to that show would require a whole separate costume, and if you're talking about how you aren't young and pretty anymore, you can damned well imagine what I look like in my gothies. Let's take a look at the grid and see what the options are.