here and there and distracted by shinies.

[drui_en]

Insomnia blows.
It blows like a twink trying to hoover a middle aged banker into buying him a Mercedes.
In conversation with a friend earlier, I shared my musings that a herd of sock monkeys actually congregates around my bed at night to steal my sleep-vibes, but that's not a viable possibility for countless reasons:
First of all, my cats would

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[redbendad]

Oh! Those were your BREASTS! I knew it felt VERY comforting but I had no idea...so sorry.

[northwestpass]

Speaking of unspeakable things people do on the TTC, you should see what some of my students do in my classroom, during lectures!

[drui_en]

Oh dear gods. Are you serious??

[northwestpass]

Well to be fair, most of the distracting stuff people do in the lecture hall is just annoying, not ugly. Talking on the phone, eating an entire take-out dinner, playing video games on their laptops, etc., falls into that class. Sometimes I see people knitting, which I actually think is rather fun. Uglier things are much more rare: perhaps only once a year do I see someone doing something unsanitary in a public place, like popping their zits.

[drui_en]

I've knit in lectures, but omg. cell phones? video games? Why are they THERE??

[berecyntia]

It blows like a twink trying to hoover a middle aged banker into buying him a Mercedes.

I'm sorry you've been having such a nasty time lately. But I have to say, this, this made me laugh so hard! I'm totally stealing it. Just so you know.

[drui_en]

*chuckle*
I'm happy you appreciated it, darling. Use it freely!

[horizonline]

I read in The Onion yesterday that a possible cure for insomnia is crying one's self to sleep. I don't know where they got this information, but ... I guess it's better than pills.