Thursday, May 26, 2011

tuirseach traochta

Means exhausted as Gaeilge. I learned that last week. And I am, tonight. Tá mé tuirseach traochta anocht.

I don't quite know why. I didn't get to bed before I was crackered from exhaustion last night. I got sore itchy eyes for some reason, all red and owy and itchy and they're sort of bloodshed and blotchy still now, one got scraped and had that big jelly blob on it still this morning, you know the way. I hope you know the way. They feel like they're made of crinkly, pointy cornered paper. I feel like I didn't sleep at all, like I'm in the middle of the bad baby-sleepdep. And I had seven hours sleep. I don't know what's wrong with me.

I am so tired. I was falling asleep in work today. I had a strong coffee this evening and it hasn't made a jot of difference. It must just be getting up before 7 am offends my system. I mean, 7 am is prefectly civilised, but apparently I can't accept it. It offends me. So fucking tired! And pms-ful. I'm a mess. My back hurts. Whinemonawhingesobgaaaaaaah.

7 comments:

Mwa said...

I hear you. I'm there with you. Oh my god I am. It hurts. Just know you are not alone.

Ms. Moon said...

It's PMS. I swear. You'll be okay. Love...M

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morgor said...

Not having a very moist day eh?
ah well, it'll all get moister from here.

Jo said...

Anon, this ain't the place for that sort of comment. That's what email is for.

catherine said...

Felt the same way all week, turns out i just needed a good 8 hrs sleep..and i agree, 7 am starts are just not good for you..some people are just not built to do that !! have a glass or 2 tonight and medicate yourself to a good mood :)

K8 the Gr8 said...

I'll tell you what, hey, but those multivitamin courses that can be found in chemists are fantastic. Yes they're expensive, and yes they take weeks to kick in, but they kick that dragging feeling right up the jacksie.