Paper thin walls.

Genie and Trinity came over to visit for a few minutes last night. She wanted to borrow something from my mom, and Trinity had been asking to see me all day. Apparently, they'd been by earlier in the day, but I was asleep. I promised Trinity I would wake up early today so that she could come over and we could play and color.

Now, I was planning on waking up around 9:30, 10 am, so I went to bed around 11:30 last night. Little did I know (okay, that's a lie, I did have a feeling this would happen), my body doesn't exactly... work? I woke up at 3:30, put a pillow over my face, screamed out of frustration (I can't EVER sleep more than 5 or 6 hours at a time), and rolled out of bed.

It's okay, I guess. I have to start cleaning as soon as my mother leaves for work, shower, get dressed, write in my notebook, call Genie and T, play play play play play, go to therapy, shopping, dinner, and then come home and collapse.

I feel like the next three days are going to be a mess. Today, a ton of shit. Tomorrow, I have to go to my father's house and spend the night with him, which will cause more unneeded sleeping disturbances (for the life of me, I absolutely cannot sleep when I go over there), and then, I have to come home and somehow manage to catch up on sleep before Steph and Patti come over.


Old picture. I love it, though. My favorite.


Blah. I'm going to curl up under my blankets, and maybe, hopefully, fall back to sleep? Probably not.