This year has been a big one. And bit of a bitch of one, as well.
We finally got up and moved out of the ‘hood, which is good for the most part. We pay too much rent. But we love the house. Nick is happy, so that makes it worth it.
I’ve come into another patch of insomnia. It’s been three weeks since I had a normal night’s sleep. I went to the Dr, who is being cooperative with trying to find something that works. The first one didn’t. The one I’m trying now (trazodone) doesn’t seem to be working, either. I’m SO TIRED. And SO cranky. I’m impaired for sure. I really have a hard time doing any sort of complicated thinking. I can’t remember anything, either.
So I’ve got Heather coming for a visit in September. Everyone is pushing their own agendas for Heather’s time, which is fine, but what is not fine is that when I am left to try to fix a fucked up reservation and a certain individual decides I’m not doing it right, it kinda honks me off. I’m tired, cranky and really would rather not waste my time fixing a fucked up reservation, only to be told I’m a “childish asshole” for getting pissy when my efforts are deemed in adequate. I want Heather to have a good time, so I’m backing out of any and all planning for this. If this person doesn’t like my planning techniques, then HE can do it. I’m OUT. I’ll let all those people fight over Heather and I’ll just take what I can get. Whatever. It’s not about me (or the jerkwad in question), it’s about HEATHER. So she can pick what she wants to do and I’ll do what I can to assist in making it happen. But I really don’t need the abuse of one asshole, thanks. I’ve got enough on my plate.
I hope Heather gets to do all the things she wants to do while she’s here in September. I just want her to have a great time and to see everyone she’s not seen in three years. Hopefully the disorganised mess of people vying for her time will get it worked out.
Ugh. I hate that insomnia sucks away my days, my creativity, my LIFE. I feel like every day is just a slog to get through so I can have yet another sleepless night. IT SUCKS. If you’ve not had extended bouts of insomnia, then you just don’t know how much it ruins EVERYTHING. Every. Fucking. Thing.
I hope the drugs will start working so I’ll have enough energy to get through DragonCon. Conventions SUCK when you are tired at the start and it just gets worse, trust me.
So that’s what’s up. I’m tired. I’m cranky. And I am doing the best I can. If that’s not good enough, then FUCK OFF.