I’m tired.  So tired.  I’ve had a week where the higher beings didn’t look down on me in a friendly way, instead choosing to sit there smugly, enjoying tea and ignoring my inability to enjoy myself and control situations in which I found myself.  Maybe they put bets on whether I’d survive till the end of the week, I know not. 


All I really want to do is go to bed, snuggle up under my duvet and begin reading my spankingly brand new book [thank you muchly – I will bow down and worship at your feet but please don’t make me kiss them] until my eyes get heavy and I drift into the sleep of the exhausted. 


I’m waving my fluffy, sparkly, disco-balled pen around my head.  It’s mesmerising.  If I could do it forever I would.  Thank you – *gushes*.


Ten years ago I would have balked at the idea of staying in on a Friday night.  Now I just shrug and smile, safe in the knowledge that I’m getting old. 


My brain begs for sleep.  So I give you this [because I like to punish my brain – it does me so much damage, I feel the need to punish it] from here …


7 things you plan to do before you die:
bungee jump; have babies; publish something significant; get two more tattoos; visit russia; become a religious cult leader.
7 things you can do:
inspire; teach; debate; dream; cry; sleep; laugh.
7 things you cannot do:
take away your pain; sleep [yep, it’s my xanga, i can have it in both]; sing; change my past; tell people i love them; see my family every day; drive.
7 things you never thought you’d do:
become so materialistic; become so bitchy; retain a child-like streak; become less ocd; take sleeping tablets; fall in lust with the discworld; stick up for harry potter.
7 things that attract you to other people:
dry wit; sarcasm; eyes; child-like humour; intelligence; passion; understanding.
7 things that you say most often:
bless; oh; please don’t; helloooo my baby, aren’t you gorgeous?  mummy loves you soooo much; bugger; blimey; return, please.
7 celebrity crushes:
alan rickman; claire danes; cillian murphy; brian cant; jack dee; shane ritchie; johnny depp.


Did I remember to say thank you?


please God bless my tired brain and let me sleep well tonight xxx Elsabeth

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9 comments

  1. most friday nights Im all right with sitting in..but tonight..I feel like partying like a rockstar. dang it, i have those things called kids though. waaahhhhhhhhh.  Maybe I can find someone to watch them??

  2. It’s good to have Friday nights in with a bit of rest and relaxation. I loved Wicked. I read it and loved it. I lived two blocked from the Gershwin theatre in Times Square and tried to get tickets to the show  and the waiting list was three months! 

  3. You’re very welcome.   I do hope you enjoy it.
    *hugs* Hope next week is better.
    Also, at least you’re not working on a Friday night, which is what I’m doing. *sigh*

  4. Why does masturbation make you feel dirty?
    I support you masturbating anytime you get the chance. Especially if you decide to operate a webcam…

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