The Days of Whine & Insomnia
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| Somewheres in the West Village |
The heat makes me cranky.
Plus, it makes me a bad eater and a bad sleeper.
The crankiness I remember all the year through, but the changed eating / sleeping patterns I always seem to forget until I'm in the middle of them.
Tuesday night I ate chips & salsa for dinner (and nothing else, because everything else sounded 'gross'). And then I wasted time until the wee small hours (as disinterested in sleep as I was in food), watching re-runs of Cheers and wondering what was wrong with me, before I finally remembered:
"Oh right. Summer is wrong with me."
It's too hot for sleep, and too hot for food. But definitely not too hot to whine about it.
On a positive note, we have somehow reached the end of July already. Summer feels speedy this year, and that's all right with me.
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