When the world ends ...

I'm feeling extremely blah today. Every time I move I get a case of the dizzies. It's really not as fun as you'd think.

I've also found, to my chagrin, that being alone in my house does not lead to good sleeping. EVERY LITTLE NOISE is waking me up. It's so damn annoying. On top of that, last night I was absolutely certain that some creepy monster fresh from the gave was trying to poke his finger in through my window and point at me. Yeah, the pointing part doesn't seem so scary until it's the middle of the night and you are COMPLETELY certain that a corpse-like finger is coming through the window at you.

I'll admit that I slept with my computer on last night. It's kinda like my night light. It makes the scary things not so scary. Which is awesome.

Oh, and my mom's cat woke me up at 6 this morning to be fed. Umm ... day off. Please, no waking up early.

Wow, I really feel like I'm being the queen of petty complaints. Pshaw! I'm not taking any of it back. Monster-ish fingers were coming for me and I'm not sleeping well and I miss my boy. :( I also had some errands to run, but the dizzy thing makes me not want to drive. So, I won't. Which means that I'm hanging around the house all day. Alone.

And, gosh, I haven't watched a single episode of The Office yet. I'd best remedy that RIGHT NOW! Perhaps I should mention that in lieu of watching, I've been reading Jim/Pam fanfic. There, now I feel better about myself as a person.

I'm out.