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My own private Uppsala
I have the jet lag from Hell.
NOW I know what the fools were talking about all those years, and I wish I didn't.
Every night I cannot sleep, every day I am a walking dead. When I sit I nod like an old lady, almost falling over - almost.
I have a hate/love relationship with my bed.
I cannot take baths, because I don't want to in that bathroom, eating is not an option. I exercise and exhaust myself during the day, still no good. I read and read my book, it is a HUGE book (more than 800 pages, and two more parts just as thick)... thinking about sex...is the kiss of death to sleep.
Overall, thinking about Boulder and where I want to live, compared to where I live...is not a good option.
So I didn't sleep at all this night. Just couldn't. And I have no internet until tuesday. So this is written at the McDonalds internet café. It opens 7 a.m. News are on with Bush speaking from the Republican convention.
Maybe killing myself at Mc Donalds would make a statement?
NOW I know what the fools were talking about all those years, and I wish I didn't.
Every night I cannot sleep, every day I am a walking dead. When I sit I nod like an old lady, almost falling over - almost.
I have a hate/love relationship with my bed.
I cannot take baths, because I don't want to in that bathroom, eating is not an option. I exercise and exhaust myself during the day, still no good. I read and read my book, it is a HUGE book (more than 800 pages, and two more parts just as thick)... thinking about sex...is the kiss of death to sleep.
Overall, thinking about Boulder and where I want to live, compared to where I live...is not a good option.
So I didn't sleep at all this night. Just couldn't. And I have no internet until tuesday. So this is written at the McDonalds internet café. It opens 7 a.m. News are on with Bush speaking from the Republican convention.
Maybe killing myself at Mc Donalds would make a statement?
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