Exit Sandman

I haven't had a decent night's sleep since Friday last week. You see, it seems that the Sandman has quit coming to me at night and for one week straight, I've never slept earlier than 6am. Oooohh... and I wake up earlier than 9am, mind you. Which is really freaky because (1)that means I'm getting less than three hours of sleep a day and (2)I'm waking up earlier than when I had work!

Since I haven't been sleeping, I got to finish the following on DVD: a whole season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, The Wedding Planner, Dude Where's My Car?, The Boss' Daughter and The Wedding Date. I think I gotta get a new pair of correction glasses from watching all those things straight. My eyesight has gotten worse, I think. And I always have a migraine.

But then again, I feel happier this way.

Or maybe I'm just saying that because it's only been a week.

Maybe after a couple more days, I'd be begging the Sandman to come knocking at my door.

Oh well... whatever.


O.P.M. >>> Oh Promise Me

Why do people make promises they can't keep? Is it because they really can't or just don't want to?

Someone once told me that in everything we do, we have a choice. And this is the same person repeatedly breaking promises made to me. So does that mean that this person just really CHOOSES to break 'em promises?

If you knew you can't keep a promise, why make it in the first place?