In Which Leiko Bitches and Moans:

Thinkin' that it's about time for another trip to Mom's. Or perhaps Grandma's.

I'm sick of being near Karen. It was such a peaceful week without her. The dogs were quiet, I could sleep in at a decent time, and I could listen to my own music without being shouted at to turn it down.

The pity of it is is that she used to be pretty cool. Now she's just bossy, rude, and nosy.

She woke me up about an hour ago. Look--I dunno about you, but I LIKE sleeping in on the weekends. Just because you can't sleep doesn't mean the rest of the world developed insomnia in sympathy. Shit, I usually stay up till 6 AM because I can't get to sleep normally. If I could sleep, I would sleep from 11:30 PM onward. But I can't, so I don't. If there's anybody in this house that should be allowed to sleep in, it's ME. On top of this insomnia, I've got sleep apnea--I stop breathing several times during the night, nearly smother myself, wake up, roll over, can't get to sleep again, and end up staring at the ceiling while trying to force my eyes to stay shut.

Perhaps I should seek help. I'll have to ask Mom about it when I visit her next (which should be probably tomorrow or Monday).

Dad and Karen on the other hand, sleep from about 9 PM on. They get tons of peaceful sleep. I don't, no matter how hard I try.

So, I think I'm understandably cranky when I'm awakened. And it's not even a nice "Emily, could you wake up, please?" She bangs on the fucking door like there's an emergency. Not so much as a "wake up!" Just BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG.

And why did she wake me up? To take out the trash! There are three able-bodied people in the house besides me now--DO IT YOUR DAMN SELVES. You're awake, you're dressed, and you've got shoes on. It's much less work for you to do it than it is to stand around catching flies while I shower, dress, strap my shoes on, find my glasses, find the door, stumble out, throw the trash away.

And she forbids me to take a nap now, too! Not fair, I tell you. The daylight hours are the only time I actually feel tired. When it's dark, I feel energized. Like I can't fuckin' calm down unless I take some NyQuil. So not allowing me to nap, and making me subsist on only two hours of sleep, is rather rude. At LEAST let me doze for ten minutes to rest my sore insomniac eyes!

I should start watching Tommy or Woodstock on the big-screen TV right outside their bedroom door. Just out of spite. And I'll keep it on Uncle Ernie or I'm Free just to make sure it's loud and obnoxious.

I suppose part of it's my fault for wanting to stay up and watch Head.

But I've got an excuse as well--I was sick. Undoubtedly from the cookie dough. No more of that for me... anyway, I was up rather early being sick anyway. My stomach felt like it was in a vise, and my throat's drier than a bone.

Then again, who the hell needs sleep? Maybe I'll have some really cool hallucinations like the last time I went without sleep for an entire weekend! That'd be pretty cool. Last time, I saw John Lennon's face coming out of my wall. XP