sleep dysfunction = dyssomnia?

(this post is another bid by me to 'open up', as being urged by many concerned parties)

so I'm writing.

What is there to say? Today the frump finally got out of the house. There's something liberating in the fresh air. It was a fine day today- warm sunshine and a gentle breeze. Boys were playing ball on the JBC lawn to the blast from a radio; couples were lounging on wooden benches at George Square. We walked to the newly opened Sainsbury's local opposite the Co-operative. Our morbid prediction of Co-op dying a sad death from competition by Sainsbury's doesn't seem to be likely after all- Sainsbury's local is sadly lacking in choice of wares. Seedless grapes cost £2 when you can get 2 for £3 at Sainsbury's Central. Also, they don't have the 4 for 29p yoghurt.

(wait, i'm going to get some yoghurt from the fridge now)

(nyam. eating peach-flavoured probiotic yoghurt)

(hardly any bits of peach inside. that's what u get for 7.25p yoghurt i guess)

Ok what else is there to say. I have come out of hibernation because it's spring already and the sun shines at seven something in the morning. We took a shortcut by taking the narrow little winding path next to SIPBS on our way back. The pretty little brook was going merrily along its way, tripping over moss-covered stones. It briefly crossed my mind that if this were Malaysia the little water-stagnant crevices would be fertile breeding ground for Anopheles and Aedes mozzies. And further along the brook, we saw snowdrops! With their little droopy heads of white; in clusters. One wonders if they laboriously pushed their delicate heads out of the soil upon smelling spring after a long sleepy winter, or if someone had just bought them from a store and transplanted them. There were oh-so-pretty clusters of yellow tulips as well. Why are spring flowers so shy; they hide their hearts within their petals closely drawn together. We crossed the creek and climbed unto the field of grass with the weird architectural structures where we spotted the first two daisies of spring! Their tiny petals were slightly ruffled; but being generous, i forgave their scruffy looks. They had after all, just woken from a long slumber.

Ah what more is there to say.

I was woken up at seven thirty this morning by such intense itching i freaked out. i literally tried to scratch the skin off my hands in those few minutes of all-consuming madness. Then I popped 10mg of cetirizine, wallowed teary-eyed in self-pity for a bit before taking a fearful peek at the damage done. applied some cream and put my mittens back on. After a while i remembered that some people had no hands, then i went back to sleep until 1.30.

what else is there to say.

I want to go for a movie and eat kfc.:P

It's March already and my new year resolution number 3 has failed miserably up till now. It is staring accusingly at me this very moment from the post-it on the wall.

'Resolution no. 3: sleep early, rise early.'

But i got dyssomnia la.