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charliesmum ([personal profile] charliesmum) wrote2005-11-08 11:54 pm
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Can't sleep. Clowns will eat me

I suppose I could pound a few more words out on my story, but I'm a bit too tired for that. Problem is my back hurts and I can't get comfortable, and my husband just totally snarked at me because I was trying to get comfortable, and half the reason I couldn't get comfortable was because I was trying not to wake him up even though he never seems to care when he flips over so hard he practically jiggles me out of bed. Plus I'm so sick of him getting so extremely cross when stuff like this happens. I can't ever get mad at him, but he's allowed to bitch at me.

Sometimes being married is hard.

And my back really hurts. Whine whine.

ETA: When I was 15 years old I spent the summer with my friend in California, and we would quite often stay up until the wee hours of the morning watching this new channel called Mtv hoping to catch and Adam Ant or Loverboy video, and many times we would have snacks of bologna and cheese sandwiches*, and so sometimes when I'm up at night I get the worst craving for that sandwich. Like now. I really want a bologna and cheese sandwich on white bread with mustard. Sadly, I don't have any bologna in the house.

*or Rocky Road ice cream

[identity profile] chavvah.livejournal.com 2005-11-09 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I feel that way about pepperoni and pineapple pizza. When I was a teenager, my girlfriends and I would stay at one girl's house all weekend, and we'd stay up all night eating pizza, watching various cult TV shows, and dancing the Macarena.

Jamie doesn't jiggle, but he snores like a freight train. Not cool.