Insomnia = suckness.
I have so much on my mind that I just can't shut myself off even though I've been up for 21 hours...
I just have so much crap to do tomorrow, and even though it's all minor stuff it's slightly overwhelming for my fragile, tiny mind!
Things like doing laundry and making dinner and running minor errands. All things I actually enjoy doing, but I'm trying to remember shopping lists and task orders, and estimate times, and I'm reordering everything in my head and GAH!
Go Team OCD! Go straight to hell!
I just sneezed and got snot all over my freshly shaven arm. Just moments before that, though, my cell phone rang. It was a private number which 1)I didn't answer, because I don't answer private numbers, and 2) totally weirded me out, because...you know..it's like, one in the morning. Who the fuck would call me at one in the morning?
One of the creepy boys that I met on the internet ages ago that just won't leave me alone, that's who! The problem is that there's at least three of them, and they all pull the same trick - they all block their numbers thinking I'll pick up if I don't know it's them calling. Then, when I don't pick up, they leave a creepy voicemail and call me "Mistress Ashley" (which I kind of like, but not from creepy bastards!) and beg for rediculous things, like for me to humiliate them in public or they just keep calling over and over and...bleh!
The moral of the story, kids, is don't meet people on the internet! (Unless, of course, they happen to be awesome.
Screen them well beforehand.)
Anyway, I'm going to write all the crap that I have to do tomorrow down. Lists make ashley feel better...
G'night, SGland.
