greenstorm | Gargh.

I'm not sleeping, lately. To bed at one or two, awake at seven with no hope of sleeping in.

That's five hours of sleep per night.

I've given up worrying about it much; I do stuff in the time instead of lying there. There's lots to do. I'm cometing back onto OS. There's kayak to build, movies with Angus to watch (yayfriends! ;P), sex to have, people to talk to about every subject under the sun, work of two types to do, gardening to do (I'm laying out a celtic knot salad garden for the winter in the greenhouse), and joy to take in things. I do need to be careful, because I can feel that being tired slows me and messes me up a bit.

I need people to come sleep with me in my bed. I love my bed.

My toes are cold.

Tonight I'm gonna see if I can get some dancing in to Juggler's random eighties music (Sting, Genesis, and Eurhythmics, anyone?) before I sleep.

I notice that, now that my menstrual cycle is settling down after the Hormonal Birth Control of Doom episode, I've got very clear parts to the cycle. There's the sex-with-everything part, there's the nesting-relationships-and-slow-dancing part, there's the high-energy-accomplish-stuff part... so odd, really, to have such pushable buttons.

Brody from Otherspace is moving up to Washington, which makes me happy. That's visiting distance! It's fantastic to actually talk about this stuff with people RL. There's no one, quite, who understands it here. CrazyChris was close, but not part of it for long enough.

Hm for daylight savings time. I wonder if that means I'll get to sleep earlier.