March 5th, 2004
i feel like a little schoolboy lectured by his mother about his sleeping habits.
i've had a long converstaion last night about my dearest winter blues.
in the end i gave in and went to a doc today.
and now i'm ordered to go to bed at [latest] 10 p.m. and get up at around 6 a.m.
*sigh* he said staying up too late would increase my blue mood.
i'm feeling like a schoolboy.
also i have to take some sort of sleeping pills.
i don't need more sleep but more spring.
music: the shins - caring is creepy
go to bed little poet, sleep sleep. may beautiful words come to you in your sleep.
|Date:||March 6th, 2004 05:45 am (UTC)|| |
rub it in.
we should meet, when ever you're not sleeping. ;-)
|Date:||March 6th, 2004 05:47 am (UTC)|| |
meet me in my sleep.
but yeah, sure. come over to the bookstore. we can have a coffee.
problems with plot assignment?! *g*