Campfyre Stories

I can’t ever get to sleep on Sunday nights.  Even when I go to bed on time or early I just lie awake in bed staring at the ceiling, NOT sleeping.

It’s insanely hot right now.  I feel like I’m going to melt.  I spent most of the day with sweat pouring off of me.  Moved NO boxes, nothing at all has gone into the new place, but I did throw a lot of things away and prepped stuff to be moved.  Heh.  I should probably do it now, in the middle of the night, while it’s cool outside.  My luck, though, it would just serve to wake me up, not tire me out and I’d be completely worthless tomorrow at work.

I keep looking at how much fucking crap I have and how much of it I actually want to keep.  The stuff in boxes is the stuff I can put off until after the move (forever and ever after, honestly, probably), but the rest of the crap…  I just cannot believe that I save these things.  I try to look at it in a detached manner, none of that “Maybe someday I’ll have use for this useless item”, but I’m still moving incredible amounts of unnecessary, unimportant junk.

Spawn asked for a teleporter today.  Something we could use to automatically transport all the stuff over to the new apartment.  He is not being as helpful as he could in terms of this move, but at least he *is* working, somewhat.  This heat and humidity is very demotivating.  We’re both on a two shower a day schedule and all I can think about is how much cooler the new apartment is.  *sigh*  Crossbreeze and a plethora of ceiling fans.  *daydreams*

Oh man, I really wish I could sleep.  I’m preoccupied with all kinds of things, including the move, sex, boys, friendships, how motherfucking hot it is…  all the usual stuff, but it seems like that “usual stuff” is more in the front of my mind than it usually is.

Once again, as happens periodically, I find myself wishing that I could just turn all my thoughts off.  Just long enough to fall asleep, at least.

~FG };^>