One sister is here; the other should be here soon. I have scrubbed the kitchen floor and done dishes; just little maintenance stuff to keep this place from looking like AGH!
I'm sleeping on the couch tonight and for the next two weeks because (as I've said before) Ra and me sleep at different hours from each other (she's a night owl and a midday riser; I crash at 10 and get up at 7. Damn fibro.) Better to end the fight before it starts and just give up my bed for awhile. I can't help the way I sleep - if I try to stay up at night I usually wind up nodding off at 11:30 anyway (that, again, is my fibromyalgia), and my cursed internal clock adores waking me up at 7 even if I went to bed late the night before, so I might as well give up and go to bed at a reasonable hour.
If I don't get enough sleep, I have a hundred times as much trouble with my Asperger's, my ADD, my math/spatial disability, AND my fibro. In other words, tiredness turns me into an attention deficited socially backwards directionally challenged human being who couldn't do a simple math problem to save her life, SO I require a good eight hours of sleep a night to be able to even form a simple sentence most days (you see my problem.) If my brain can barely manage life on a good night's rest, how the HELL can I ask it to manage on less than it requires?
And I can hardly expect Ra to change her ways and shut the Wii off at 10 when I want to sleep, so I just compromise. It's only two weeks out of my life anyway. She's moving out at the end of the month.
Meanwhile, lost another contest but I might have gained on another (that money I won last week) because it's been over 24 hours since I posted the order and they guarantee to double it if they don't ship it in that timeframe (does idiotic dance of glee.)
The dog is furious that I've washed the floor. Her toes don't grip it as well when there's no dirt, and there's no food lying around in little particles because I cleaned them all up. Shame on me. When she starves to death from lack of crumbs (a likely scenario only in the event she hasn't gotten a biscuit in the last five hours) or tries to walk backwards and breaks a hip falling on her (ample) ass, she can blame me.
It appears, despite radar giving evidence to the contrary, that it's going to rain.
I've done all I can do to prepare for dinner until Mum arrives home in about twenty minutes, so I'm going to take it a bit easy for a while.
Ta,
Bec
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