The air conditioner in my bedroom was doing nothing to cool it down in here. So I've been laying here for half an hour, tossing and turning and roasting, and getting really irritated that the dang thing wasn't doing its job. Then I had the strange suspicion that it was a little tooooo quiet in here. I don't know how I didn't notice earlier.
Yeah, stuff works better if you actually turn it on first.
Whyyyyy am I like this?! Now it's hard to sleep because I keep laughing at myself. Also because I'm typing. Actually, no, typing has never interfered with me falling asleep before. It's the laughing. Or the cat claws in my leg. Giddaway, kittybeast!
Times like this, I have to remind myself that I once drove off the road because I was looking at clouds. And that I forgot how to use the windshield wipers during a downpour. And that those incidents have nothing to do with each other, except for the fact that sometimes I just can't remember how to drive while I'm driving. There was a point to this...oh! I'm just saying, it could be worse. I could be behind a steering wheel and driving down the highway and suddenly realize I haven't even started the car yet. This little a/c episode is totally small potatoes compared to that.
I think the real problem I'm having with getting to sleep is that I'm not even tired. There's nothing on TV. There's nobody awake. There aren't even any cows to tip (but why would I do that anyway? Cows don't need money. What would they buy? Shoes? Milk? A cheeseburger? That's just sick. Quick, somebody revoke my internet priveleges (and teach me how to spell that word)).
Oh, sweet...64 degrees. Now I can sleep.