Bed Time

Just wanted to do a quick post before I have to go to bed.

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Yeah, I'm 22 years old, living with my aunt and uncle, and they've instilled a bedtime.

¬_¬ I do indeed realize how ridiculous this is.

My aunt claims it's because she worries about me not getting enough sleep, and honestly thinks that you can easily get enough "rest" by lying in bed, whether or not you're sleeping.

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*mindblownbycrazy*

So I have to be in bed by 10. I can stay up as late as I want (not that I want to), and get out of bed for a smoke break if need be, but I have to be in bed by 10.

Le sigh.

I understand that, in asking for help, I left myself open for things like this. I mean, it's like taking in a foster child; you have to have clear rules and boundaries set up, while still giving the child what s/he needs to be happy and feel loved.

Except, y'know, I'm twenty-two fucking years old.

I can't wait until I'm able to have my own place again...

Do you know what it's like to have inexplicable, tangible freedom? Do you know what it's like to have said freedom ripped away by fate? Do you know what it's like to have your mortality shoved so far up your nose, if you sneezed wrong you'd give yourself a reality-hernia?

Shit sucks balls, yo.

Blah, 10 minutes to babble. Not enough time.

Oh! Cool stuff!

So, apparently there's a person in Finland working on a Rapture graphic novel! I AM EXCITED! Hoping for screenshots or something soon. Jordan's gone there to check it out, help her do stuff'n'stuff'n'what-have-you. Gonna be gone a week.

... Which is kind of sad, I miss talking to him already! It was so nice chatting on AIM with him. Aside from the whole traumatic backstory shares, because I feel like I'm just whining when I try to define the horrors that have been my past (though I did terribly, because I really don't like going into too much detail). Not saying I don't feel bad about his, because man, I've dealt with similar things and I know how hard it can be to deal with yourself afterwards. If anything, I wish there was a way to virtually send physical hugs, so the recipient could actually receive a physical hug.

THIS IS ME HUGGING YOU, BUD! LIKE, AS MUCH OF A BEAR HUG AS A MIDGET CAN GIVE. Which I suppose isn't much, I am rather small and I have very little strength. Years of repetitive motion labor does terrible things to your tendons and musculature. Just carrying Danny around is hard. ._.;

Though, avoid the Berserk Button and you're safe. :D

Seriously though, I do feel bad. I mean, he explained so much, and I summed every bad thing up into two paragraphs. Albeit typing on an iPod is a pain and a half, especially when you're so tired you can barely see the damn screen, I feel I owe him a better... story? Does that make sense?

Blah, I can tell I'm tired because my eyes are swimming, even with my glasses on.

YAY ASTIGMATISM IN BOTH FUCKING EYEBALLS! Makes my world wonky.

Ugh.

I want a tangible hug.

I want a friend.

I want to be happy.

Is that so much to ask?