i'm so tired god damn it.

my weekend just tired me out like a mofo. i did not have a very relaxing weekend. friday, i went to the gym after work. that in itself is an accomplishment, and then i was too tired/lazy to eat much dinner and then later had a few beers in somerville. i was quickly reminded that lauras cannot do retarded stuff like that because there are very real consequences. i puked when i got home, and then was up till 3am with a tummy ache and no tums or zantacs. it's really a pain, but of course my own fault. saturday, i obviously stayed in bed as long as possible completely wasting my day. i grabbed lunch with some friends at like 3, which is right in the middle of the day so i didn't make it to the gym and felt pretty guilty. bob greene would disapprove. natasha came over later for some takeout and some tv. turns out george clooney can make a bad movie afterall. "the good german", really it's black and white the whole time and slightly very confusing. it might be confusing because i am bad with history, or it might be confusing because in black and white everyone looks the same, or that the story line was just way off. then later i got sucked into the stupid epic sox game and stayed up till 2. it would have been worth it if we had won, and that's just the winner in me saying that. i was changing cleo's cage when i realized what time it was and couldn't believe i was still awake. what is wrong with me! sunday, i got up and went to the gym with tons of good energy, almost lost my wallet, put oil in my car after a light came on, and had dinner at my parents house. which you would think would be nice and relaxing, but when i'm not in the mood for annoying conversation i'm just not in the mood for it. like what i want for christmas because no lie....my mom has started shopping, where i'm moving, why i didn't realize my oil was leaking, i need to take my car to get looked at, what are abe's parents names, always something. they did give me a pumpkin and a halloween card that sings though, which was pretty cute. after all that grown up talk with them, it turns out they do still think of me as a kid, and i do like pumpkins with painted faces onto them and glued on straw hats. i went to bed at 10, and at 11:45 i'm still trying to fall asleep. i'm annoyed, so annoyed. desperate times call for desperate measures. how can i get some real sleep? i fully blame this on my body chemistry changing. it's going nuts...or am i going nuts?...not as nuts as britney shaving her head though.