flying pointy bits

must make more with the flying sharp pointy bits...
Had such a great weekend with them...
Remember what a good time I used to have at this...
Arms remember, and want More...
Back strains before release, and wants More...

Make the strings sing, make the shafts fly, make those fletches whistle in the wind...
More...

- K.

Aye

So with the change in weather, my mood flees south.
Had a very good weekend overall, Good Drink, Good Food, Good Friends, but somehow, it couldn't keep me up.
So I crawled back to the palace Sunday night, curled up in a ball on the couch, and watched, in this order: Attack of the Clones, (still my least favorite SW movie,) Raindeer Games, (just...bad,) House of 1K Corpses, (.......... Who put arsinic in Rob Zombie's cherrios as a kid?,) and Radioland Murders, (still funny as all heck.)
Went to bed about 3:30-4 am.
Never really went to sleep.
Brain had clicked over to RUN and wouldn't stop. Heard Boss put in another movie, Heard Butch come in and stew about the fact that the Wrong One was in His bed, Heard the traffic pick up on on the main road, heard everything. Bloody Everything.

Got out of bed, having not really slept, but rather, laid there for about 5 hours, to go to Cervantes game, which I had a really decent time at once I had a nap, bringing actual sleep total time up to around 4 hours.

Still Very tired. Brain still not will to click off. Stupid brain. And here I have to be up, fresh, and at an interview for 10 am tomorrow morning. I'd take something (per suggestion of Boss) but I don't want to be in that groggy post-meds place for this interview.
*Shivers* Never mind the fact that I've been screwing around with the body chemistry lately, and it really doesn't like me much for it. If nothing else, I have to get a job so that I put myself back on a regular eating schedule...

Anywho, I should go lay in bed some more. Updates after Interview tomorrow. Keep your digits crossed for me, folks.

- K.