6 minutes and counting until I need to leave for work. The bags under my eyes could likely hold a week's worth of luggage, and I am too lazy to cover them with makeup. (Not that it would stay on well in this heat, mind you.)
After over a week of not being able to sleep more than 5 hours, or eat more than a scrawny meal a day, I've found that I've lost 5 lbs. Surprising, honestly.. but part of me actually likes the outcome. I can fit into my sexiest pair of black pants more comfortably, now, and the chub upon my stomach has receeded a small bit.
Nice to know that if I watch my diet a little better (Okay, this case is extreme) I can probably slim down just a bit.
The lack of sleep thing, however, isn't something I appreciate in the least. Last night was one of those nights where you try to sleep; wake up due to a disturbing or intense dream, and sit awake for 2 more hours with your mind racing in that space between dreaming and consciousness. I've been on sleeping pills, before, and knowing what it's like to be in that place, and as pleasant as it can be, sometimes.. I know that when I have to wake up in 5, 4, 3, 2, or 1 hours.. the anxiety of knowing my day will be ass doesn't allow me to really enjoy it.
Maybe it's coffee getting back at me. "Come on, have a sip again.." she says.. over and over and over again, until I realize I'm hooked once more.
Curses!
Alright, time to put on some socks and catch a bus. @_@
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