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Nov. 23rd, 2005 02:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bobcatmoran*squints at the clock* Ugh. I should be asleep. I should have been asleep hours ago. I tried getting to sleep hours ago. I was all, "Bobcat, you haven't been sleeping very well, so you should go to bed at a decent hour." I tried. I really did. But for reasons which I suspect have something to do with the new fabric softener I used on my last load of laundry (I was FINE until then, and that's the only thing dermatologically speaking that I've changed recently), I have a horrible, horrible case of the itchies. This would be night number three where I honestly cannot get to sleep because my skin feels like it's trying to gear up for a full-body sneeze. I'm reaching zombie woman stage. I was a total space cadet all day, and if this keeps up, I'm going to be the Amazing Zombie Hostess for Thanksgiving when half the extended family comes over, possibly providing the evening's entertainment when I faceplant into the cranberry sauce as I collapse from exhaustion.
