feeling good into the weeeeeeeeee hours and beyond.

I'm a liar. I can't stay away when I'm feeling good. It's so easy to bitch, moan ASU, but getting to tap into the fun part of my fragmented chemically stability is the mirror image. Heaven and hell fusion like the bliss of being too drunk to stand and feeling gravity pull your eyes to slumber as your heart and lungs radiate heat and all else is numb and spinning. Running a 20k through the streets/hills of Wheeling doesn't compare, but it has elements of ecstasy once you complete the damn thing. I had a nap extended beyond norm, so this isn't deprivation of sleep, yet. Hours accum seem better quality than hours straight....
AW we shall see how Tuesday fares, soon enough, eh?

th-s far

I'm probably one of the few nonretired people that doesn't mind seeing his doctor. I like my doc.  Odds and ends are good. I'm not diabetic, yet. So tired, I need my nap.

rude

Whenever I wake up to a phone call I find myself off the phone quickly. Probably because I am in a rude mood, but I guess there's other factors. It's rare for anyone to call me
Generally, calling after ten is safe but I take naps all the time. Anyways, I'm in the wrong if I'm rude after 10am unless it's a telemarketer.

showering

Was gonna shower, but heard D. Fell asleep rocking her before I had showered. Awoke to daylight, wow... I nap divine. Had a dream but not sure of what, sleep without wrist splints is bad way to start day, though I will say more later.

weekend preview

Feeling tired. I may not dmt this post since I didn't nap before work. We went out for Dixie Dairy Dreem rather than dinner at home, so things were skewed along with the fact I slept until noon after I got off phone at 5:40 DTM. Maybe I need to sleep six or less hours to merit a nap, but my mind wanted one as I drove to work. Meh, it's my weekend now.
I think I know what's for dinner and I know Mr. Selfridge is scheduled, but the rest of Monday depends on how the stars align. Tuesday only has Agents of SHIELD as a definite maybe. All depends on how the stars align... I would hope to get up and about before the kindergarten bus motors through but I have to be on the ball at 6 DMT to consider that. Well I have coffee made in the Aladdin so I may have a go if the alignment of balls of gas in distant places dictate as much. I just don't want to be sucked into place that makes feel me like a bad parent when time comes unstuck.

a perfect day meets mehd-afternoon funk

had a great night at work. came home feeling great. woke up feeling ok enough. hung with k before he went to school. we talked star wars without it being annoying. got b breakfast and read her 6 books while attending to d around such. was gonna take a nap, but just didnt feel it when i had the time to do so. oh, well... good day all considered, just feeling meh as time approaches for the kids to get home from school.

it was shaping to be a perfect day...

more of the same

Being disappointed is a personal flaw. Something about time and effort being placed into hope of something probably doomed to failure is where I feel inclined to think of Miguel de Cervantes. Best solution may be to cut losses and give up trying, for contentment and status quo aren't always bad.

Perhaps I'll feel better after a nap?