Insubstantial venting

So, after that last post that ended about how it'd be swell for me to get some sleep, and how badly being ill-rested has been affecting my emotional state?

5am. 5 @!#$@ing am is when my body finally manages it. Then I "sleep in" until 10am and am wide awake. And by "wide awake" I mean completely %!@$!ing exhausted, but fearing that I'm up for good anyway.

I seriously cannot deal with this.

Trying to figure out why this happened, I realize that I finished off a serving of museli from Au Bon Pan around 9am and... *checks ingredients*... well crap. Sugar is the third ingredient. *Sigh*, that's probably it. Stupid food-sensitivity. Well, knowing that it was probably actually caused by something avoidable helps a bit.

Anyway, determined at least not to get out of bed yet, but today is definitely going to be a low-cope day, and now I'm seriously doubting whether it's wise to go to a show Friday night with no fewer than three parties that I know of going on on Saturday and the big push for moving on Sunday.

Anyway, whine. See title. You were warned.

Going to at least stay in bed until hunger makes me get up. Ugh.

On the subject of pleasures I've not experienced for a while...

Bostonish people: what's a good art museum around here, particularly for sculptures and portrait paintings?

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Ok, screw this. I'm going to do something with my damn day other than laying in bed watching Malcolm in the Middle, relatively pleasant as that is.

Today.
2pm.
Rendesvous at Diesel.
Mob to the Shepherd Fairey exhibit at the ICA.
It would require very little effort to talk me into fooding at Christopher's before or after.
Current attendees: Me, faerieboots, rustycoon (though he doesn't know it yet)

Want in? Show up. Commenting and/or texting is helpful to ensure you are not left behind.

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MFA was good. On way back in to fooding at Christopher's. Mob encouraged. ETA 7:45ish.