It's fuckin' cold in my apartment. See, I have this "energy saver" type thermostat, meaning that the heat can only be turned up AS HIGH AS 72. (It also goes down to 40, but who the hell would ever turn their heat down that low?) And I'm tiny, dammit, I don't produce much heat. This is why I've been wearing my hat. Not for fashion, but to prevent hypothermia.
I need to move someplace warmer. And less, you know, sucky.
So tired lately, which is odd, because I know I've been getting at least 8 hours of sleep every night. Do you ever have a night of dreams so intense, you wake up to feel like you just WORKED all night? And yet I can't remember the dreams. It's pissing me off. *punches dreams*
Need to deposit my work check and pay the rent. Being a grown-up is SO much less exciting than I imagined it would be.
I need to move someplace warmer. And less, you know, sucky.
So tired lately, which is odd, because I know I've been getting at least 8 hours of sleep every night. Do you ever have a night of dreams so intense, you wake up to feel like you just WORKED all night? And yet I can't remember the dreams. It's pissing me off. *punches dreams*
Need to deposit my work check and pay the rent. Being a grown-up is SO much less exciting than I imagined it would be.
Warmer places bring other issues, just to make a note.
Dreams that cannot be remembered suck, dreams that cannot be forgotten suck even worse.
Grown up life is less exciting but more fullfilling. In a sick, "I work therefore I can be bad" sort of way.
Hats are cute.
My mistake.