fire bad, tree pretty

[verbicide]

Why is it that when I'm late waking up (because of turning-off-alarm-clock-problem after going-to-sleep-too-late-problem), that instead of leaping into action and hastily beating my way out the door, that I move ten times slower, and pause to whine on LJ? Also, and excuse the TMI, but the first day of being on the rag really does sap my energy. Blah.

The day after Alexis I'm always a little sore, but it's really just the pre-pain stage. I can feel the pain, but it's still burbling beneath the surface. What I'm really dreading is tomorrow. Two days past I'm usually stiffer than a teenage boy on prom night. You know, the one that's already got the hotel room booked and his date liquored up.

My brain keeps sending frantic messages, "Um, lookit the time, dummy. Move! Move! Move!" But I keep staring dimwittedly around. Movement is hard.

Okay, I need to scoot and get dressed.

Sheesh. It's like the end of Waiting for Godot here.

Comments

[greyaenigma.livejournal.com]

You may not be able to move, but you're sure coming up with some vivid imagery.

[verbicide.livejournal.com]

My brain was perfectly awake! It was my body that was rebelling!

[greyaenigma.livejournal.com]

You're one step ahead of me, then!

[archaica.livejournal.com]

My body never wants to just get up and out in the morning. I always require a little computer time. Which is kinda pathetic, considering .... what do I do when I get to the office? Computer time. What do I do when I come home, mostly? Computer time. Pathetic, I said!

[verbicide.livejournal.com]

Sometimes I bounce out of bed. I always need at least a little computer time, but on days that I'm good, I don't LJ before leaving the house *grin*

Mostly it's email. My life revolves around email. It's very pathetic!