'short course of death'

That's what my Dad used to call the phenomenon that occured last night.

I went to bed to attempt to sleep. I wont lie - these days, the mere action of getting in to bed fills me with dread because i know that night times are my worst times. As i always do, i did everything i could to make everything just so. Window open (i need there to be fresh air in my room, even if i am cold. If i wake up too warm, i will have a panic attack), hot water bottle (contradiction lol), my Sebastian teddy (yes, I do like to cuddle something in bed and Twinkle wasn't quite ready to sleep last night!), a cup of decaf coffee and Cinderella in the DVD player. I must have fallen to sleep quite quickly after turning over because the last thing i remember is seeing Gus run through the little mouse hole outside Drisella's bedroom after Lucifer had been torturing him. That's not far in to the film at all! lol

I woke up a million times, like usual, but i didn't wake up fully and can only remember blindly fondling my bed covers to try to find my phone to check what time it was, and failing so giving up.

All in all - i slept for ELEVEN HOURS! Eleven flipping hours! When was the last time that happened? Like, 1995? Hah

I feel so much nicer today. Like, i can get things done and i can actually exist because i don't feel so damn tired. Woweee.

So - the plan:

I am going to clean EVERYTHING. And get down the bit of laundry i have.

I need to pay some bills.

Make a decision about tomorrow.

Paint my nails

Sort out a load of stuff.

Generally just get a load of stuff done around the house. This will mean that i will feel much better later too - i always do when everything is nice and clean.

Ahhhh.

I am in a nice mood today.