Sleeping my life away... but as long as I'm asleep I am not hungry, nor hurting, nor worried. I sleep. A month+ of little-to-none and he is surprised when I go to bed early and don't get up before him in the morning. *blinks*

For exactly TWO nights in a row. Not a week. Certainly not a month. TWO NIGHTS of going to bed early... and since one of those nights was spent fucking Becca (and others) and the other of the two he was 'with friends'... *shrugs*

Y'know, he called earlier to see how I was doing. I, having been up since 1:00 pm, was perfectly happy to talk with him around 4:00 pm. And yet I'm sleeping my life away. *shrugs again*

...and tonight he wants to go back over with Tyson, Molly, and gods-know-who-else. Yes, AGAIN.

Seems to me that since right now at least, he actually HAS a social life, he should try to enjoy it and just maybe let me get the first week of decent sleep I've gotten in forEVER.

See, he doesn't get home until 9:30 pm. He doesn't get back from being-with-friends until Waaayyyyy past midnight. If I go out and do things with him, I'll be cold, tired, stressed, and likely hungry. If I stay here I am warm, I can sleep, I feel much less stressed because I CAN SLEEP and IT'S WARM, and hey, there's always ramen to eat. I'm not sure if he wasked me to come along or was just asking for himself, but either way... geh. Headaches all around.

I'm tempted to just go nap (I've been keeping myself awake through force-of-will, and this is WITHOUT any meds today) and possibly sleep through his arrival, that's how irked I am. *shrugs a third time* I won't, of course. I'll be awake when he gets here.

Dammit. A perfectly good day ruined... I seem to collect semi-obsessive men. All I wanted to do (and still want to do) is sleep - I've been saying this for a MONTH - and now when I finally CAN sleep you get all tweaked out? Err... no.