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A secret blog containing the ramblings of a secret someone...Sunday, March 13, 2005
Tired
{I thought this post got deleted! So, now here it is. I sort of repeated this later. Sorry.}
I'm really tired. I wasn't tired today, until about an hour ago and now I am so exhausted I don't even know what to do with myself. It's been one of those periods of exhaustion where I get really bad headaches from just being tired.
Another sign of exhaustion: this morning I slept until 10:42! I went to bed around 1:30, I think, so that's a good 9 hours. I only woke up once. Another thing that I'm going to risk potentially telling the entire internet-connected world: I slept without a shirt. I woke up around 8 and was really hot. I was wearing a fleece sweatshirt and socks (normally I wear a tee-shirt and no socks) cause I had turned off my heat last night and it was pretty cold when I went to bed. Anyway, I got up and took off my fleece. Now, I am not telling you all this because I want any sort of porno attention (It was just shirtless people. I was asleep. Alone.). [Plus, I am sure that you have all done this at some point in your life. If you haven't you should.] Rather, I am saying this with the hopes of convincing you all to try this too! It was sooooo nice. For that, I wish I was a guy. Sometimes clothes are just so restricting and it feels so good to be without! Just the skin and the elements. (By "elements," I mean my jersey cotton sheets). But, really, there have been really hot days when I just wanted to take off my shirt really bad. To illustrate, once my dad and I went to a Cubs game and it was really, really hot. Heat index was 108 degrees and our seats were right in the sun. I was wearing a linen tank top and my jean shorts and my skin was stuck to the plastic seats and I was dripping sweat like I'd just run a marathon. All I could do to control my heat was to take napkins soaked in cold water and stuff them down my shirt (Bras, for those of you who don't wear them, are really unpleasant to sweat in). It was terrible. Anyway, my dad was really hot too. But, he just took off his shirt. Same as all the other 15,000 men in the stands. They were all shirtless, while the female half of the stands was sitting there miserable wiping sweat as it dripped down our shirts and collected in little pools. The horrible thing is, though, that even if we wanted to take off our shirts (which I most certainly did), we are not allowed to--socially, and legally. I don't think that's very fair. Why is it that a woman's body is supposed to be hidden?
Anyway, I don't remember the point of this post. I think it was just to tell you I was tired. I can do that: I'm tired. I slept about 3 hours on Friday night after being exhausted and really wanting to go to bed around 7. And then I did a lot all day yesterday and went to bed late and was cold and so I wore a fleece sweatshirt and then I was hot, so I took it off. And it was good.
The end.
I'm really tired. I wasn't tired today, until about an hour ago and now I am so exhausted I don't even know what to do with myself. It's been one of those periods of exhaustion where I get really bad headaches from just being tired.
Another sign of exhaustion: this morning I slept until 10:42! I went to bed around 1:30, I think, so that's a good 9 hours. I only woke up once. Another thing that I'm going to risk potentially telling the entire internet-connected world: I slept without a shirt. I woke up around 8 and was really hot. I was wearing a fleece sweatshirt and socks (normally I wear a tee-shirt and no socks) cause I had turned off my heat last night and it was pretty cold when I went to bed. Anyway, I got up and took off my fleece. Now, I am not telling you all this because I want any sort of porno attention (It was just shirtless people. I was asleep. Alone.). [Plus, I am sure that you have all done this at some point in your life. If you haven't you should.] Rather, I am saying this with the hopes of convincing you all to try this too! It was sooooo nice. For that, I wish I was a guy. Sometimes clothes are just so restricting and it feels so good to be without! Just the skin and the elements. (By "elements," I mean my jersey cotton sheets). But, really, there have been really hot days when I just wanted to take off my shirt really bad. To illustrate, once my dad and I went to a Cubs game and it was really, really hot. Heat index was 108 degrees and our seats were right in the sun. I was wearing a linen tank top and my jean shorts and my skin was stuck to the plastic seats and I was dripping sweat like I'd just run a marathon. All I could do to control my heat was to take napkins soaked in cold water and stuff them down my shirt (Bras, for those of you who don't wear them, are really unpleasant to sweat in). It was terrible. Anyway, my dad was really hot too. But, he just took off his shirt. Same as all the other 15,000 men in the stands. They were all shirtless, while the female half of the stands was sitting there miserable wiping sweat as it dripped down our shirts and collected in little pools. The horrible thing is, though, that even if we wanted to take off our shirts (which I most certainly did), we are not allowed to--socially, and legally. I don't think that's very fair. Why is it that a woman's body is supposed to be hidden?
Anyway, I don't remember the point of this post. I think it was just to tell you I was tired. I can do that: I'm tired. I slept about 3 hours on Friday night after being exhausted and really wanting to go to bed around 7. And then I did a lot all day yesterday and went to bed late and was cold and so I wore a fleece sweatshirt and then I was hot, so I took it off. And it was good.
The end.
posted by Lisa Lovely # 7:49 PM 
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