Jason and I simultaneously exhaled today, a mighty heaving that left us totally giddy and thankful and exhausted. I'm still nauseated, but it matters a little less now. I will probably write a lot more about all this at a later date, but for now I will say that I think everything is going to be okay.
I have found myself totally uninterested in staying up past about 7:45 lately. I've always been a late-nighter, so it's a little annoying. I keep thinking I'm going to have a drink after Reed goes to bed and then make some jewelry; I end up having a drink of water with an antihistamine while Reed is still watching his nightly Wiggles film and then passing out around 9:30. It's good to get all this rest, but I'm starting to wonder if my time- the time during which I love to party and hang out and stay up late- has finally passed. IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME.
I have to say, though, that I seriously doubt my late nights are over; this has just been a particularly rough patch this past couple of weeks. We've found a tiny place where we can rest easy, at least for a few days, and I'm trying to remember that I don't have to be stressed out right now. It may get better or it may get worse, but for the next week or so we won't know, so we may as well feel better.
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I'm glad things are looking up for you!! I pass out around 9pm everynight...this from the girl who LIVED for punk shows a mere 12 months ago. Sigh.
Enjoy the wonders of old age and early bedtimes!
Dude, I went to bed Thursday night at 6:45 PM and slept until 8 am the next morning. I've found myself doing that at least once a week, usually on a weekend night when I think, "Oh, I'm just going to take a little nap, it's 3 pm, I'll get up and be refreshed and ready to PART-TAY," and then the next thing I know, I wake up and it's 7 am and the birds are singing and the sun is shining and I missed an entire evening of funtivities. It's so disappointing, this whole getting old shit. I hate it.
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