I know I’m not the only person whose natural body rhythms are out of whack with the norm, but some days it feels like it.  I’ve had insomnia worse than usual for the past three nights and tonight is shaping up to be the same.  I can’t complain too much since I’m not working this weekend and don’t have to get up too early.  Of course, getting up at 10 will seem early if I’m up until 3 or 4 in the morning like I have been the last few nights.  I did take a nap this afternoon, which might account for some of my sleeplessness tonight. 

I have to say, being a nightowl with insomnia isn’t all that bad when I get to indulge myself in a decadent afternoon nap.  Who can resist clean sheets, warm quilts and down pillows on a chilly, sunny afternoon?  I am just not that strong.

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 12:18 AM Permalink

Please tell me how to get out of this room! 

I don’t know where I found this delightful little game of time-wasting aggravation, but I’m tired of reading “There is no strange thing.” What the heck is in the box and why is there a cassette tape but no CD for the CD player?? 

Argh.

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 10:46 PM Permalink

I’m hungry because I spent an hour talking to Sheri about what she should have for dinner as she walked along Michigan Avenue on her way home from work.  The difficult decision making is due to the fact that she can get anything she wants on Michigan Avenue.  Choices abound!  Alas, I live in the ‘burbs of Virginia, where walking along the interstate in search of food is strongly discouraged.  Of course, I have a car and I could go anywhere I want, but where’s the spirit of adventure in that?

I guess it’s popcorn and diet Pepsi for dinner.  Again.

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 08:08 PM Permalink

I feel as if I could climb mountains and swim oceans.  I am confident I could win at Jeopardy and do the New York Times crossword puzzle in ink.  I have the brain power to beat the masters at chess and the fortitude to conquer all my fears and yours, too.  I am woman, hear me roar.

I work under a sign that says “Questions?” and I have answers, dammit.

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 07:59 PM Permalink

Hey, mister.  Yeah, you.  The one with the cell phone that rings to the tune of “Bohemian Rhapsody.” I’m talking to you, mister.

This is a library.  A library.  Get it?  Which means use your inside voice and turn off your damn phone before I kick you in the shins.

Now, put that thing on vibrate and give it to me.

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 04:54 PM Permalink