On moods and happiness

"The worst thing that could happen had finally happened.  And there was a kind of relief in it, maybe. " - John Green

It's hard to be a human being

Sleepy Sleep Sleep

It's late, and I should be in bed.  But I don't want to go to sleep.  Not for any reason, or anything.  I just don't feel like it.  But I am tired.  But I equally don't want to go to sleep.  Which is a bit of a problem, isn't it?  Luckily I don't have anything planned for tomorrow...  I should still go to sleep, unless I want to watch more Doctor Who, which is a bit of not the best plan, especially in the dark because of scary monsters.  And my sentence structure is going screwy, so I think I will go to sleep before I commit any more grammatical crimes.  Goodnight all.

The Swing

Summer nights

swinging gently

in my backyard

crickets in the background

your voice in my ear

the clouds above

hinting at rain

your thoughts

and my thoughts

melding into one,

fitting into each other

comfortably,

oh so comfortably.

I forget,

sometimes,

how this is,

what it feels like.

The relief of sharing

the comfort of talking

the absence,

nay, banishment,

of fear.

The amount of tired I am right now is excessive.  I haven't had a proper night's sleep in several/many days.  I don't know how many.  For several really good reasons that I am not going to get into right now.  So that is all sorts of fun.  The lock-in will be interesting as a result, probably.  But I am very well acquainted with my normal response to being really tired (I tend to get really cuddly.  Like really cuddly).   Anyway.  I am going to bed, and blah blah blah.  I don't even know why I am informing you of my exhaustion.

Miles to go before I sleep

Just finished Dragonhaven, again.  This might be the fourth time I've read it, but that's not important.  Tonight, I feel like the protagonist, exhausted and tired and still so much to do before really resting.  And I should explain that to my mother, and tell her that is why I really, really don't want to wash the dishes, but I don't really want to have that conversation, and I have probably like three other important things to do before work tomorrow.  And I am so, so tired.  Not physically tired, or mentally tired, but tired with the weight of responsibilities, given and assumed.  I just want to sleep.  Or cuddle with you.