She’s on the highest dose of Prozac a woman can take

It’s a bright and sunny morning here so far. It’s Thursday, and I only have another day off, and then it’s back to the grind of real life. The coffee has been brewed, and I’m mostly awake.

Mostly.

It was a pretty ok sleep. Like Crystal, I’ve been started to wake up earlier and earlier. No fault of anyone, just I wake up. Sometimes I can get back to sleep, if, in a perfect world, it’s quiet, and there’s no sudden movements or anything. I prefer it; dark, quiet, and no movement.

Sometimes I can go back to sleep, but nine times out of ten, I can’t. I’ve always been the if I’m awake, then we might as well start the day, I won’t be falling back asleep. Yeah it totally sucks ass that most of the time I cannot fall back asleep. It’s only an hour and a half.

The Beautiful One noticed that the Grand Theft Auto collection finally went on sale, and bought it. Yesterday I was playing Vice City, and GTA:3. It’s weird, but I kind of prefer GTA:3 (Liberty City seems more like a “living” city). I can see all the parallels to the Saints Row series. I think that there’s more to do in the lower levels in SR than GTA. I don’t even know if there’s “levels” in GTA.

It’s doesn’t matter though, I’m having fun. I’ll work on the missions. You have to. That’s really all you can do. I do really love the radio stations. All of them! There’s a good chance that I’ll play sometime today.

But first, moar coffee. Much moar coffee.