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Nov. 9th, 2003 09:01 amSad Truths of the Aging Process, #174: If one fails to wear one's old-lady reading glasses when turning on the oven, it is very easy to set the dial to "Broil" rather than "Bake," and broiled lasagna, while interesting, isn't exactly what one was striving for.
STotAP, #175: Even a very moderate two glasses of red wine in the evening will cause one to go to bed, fall asleep, and then lurch awake around 2 a.m. with the turbo-charged insomnia. (This makes me very morose, because I *love* red wine.)
Sad Truths of Life in General, #14,896: The brain at 3 a.m., in the grip of the turbo-charged insomnia, works entirely differently from the brain at normal waking hours, and is prone to bizarre obsessional thought-trains, irrational anxiety attacks, and long pointless stressing about how a brief comment left in someone's LJ four months ago could be misconstrued and cause hurt feelings, thereby proving one is an evil harpy.
So very, very tired this morning.
STotAP, #175: Even a very moderate two glasses of red wine in the evening will cause one to go to bed, fall asleep, and then lurch awake around 2 a.m. with the turbo-charged insomnia. (This makes me very morose, because I *love* red wine.)
Sad Truths of Life in General, #14,896: The brain at 3 a.m., in the grip of the turbo-charged insomnia, works entirely differently from the brain at normal waking hours, and is prone to bizarre obsessional thought-trains, irrational anxiety attacks, and long pointless stressing about how a brief comment left in someone's LJ four months ago could be misconstrued and cause hurt feelings, thereby proving one is an evil harpy.
So very, very tired this morning.