Of sleep and Sling
I didn't think it was possible, but my sleeping habits are getting progressively worse. It's gotten to the point where I'll have slept for 12 hours and then still need to take a nap in the middle of the day. It's effecting my studies and honestly, it's getting to the stage where it's become almost crippling. My doctor wants to test me for chronic fatigue. It would be good if they could diagnose me with something because at least then they can treat it. I don't like feeling exhausted 24/7, and it sure as hell isn't helping my figure ;_;
I wish I had enough money to go to Sling ;_; For those of you who don't know, it's a darling little bar in West End. When you walk in, it seems like a cramped hole in the wall with people fighting for a spot at the sticky bar or sitting at the tables on the street so that any of the random drunken yobbos wandering up from the bar down the street can vomit on one's shoes. However, if you're particularly observant, you will notice a small doorway to your left with a ramp that leads upwards. If you walk up the dark, concrete passage, you end up in a sparsely populated loft with a tall tree in the middle and a giant plush couch that you could easily fall asleep on. This is where I like to hang out, sipping on one of the 100+ cocktails they list on their menu.
Oh, and they cost $20 each.
Fuck.
I guess I'll have to make do with a couple of beanbags in my back yard and a box of wine.
I wish I had enough money to go to Sling ;_; For those of you who don't know, it's a darling little bar in West End. When you walk in, it seems like a cramped hole in the wall with people fighting for a spot at the sticky bar or sitting at the tables on the street so that any of the random drunken yobbos wandering up from the bar down the street can vomit on one's shoes. However, if you're particularly observant, you will notice a small doorway to your left with a ramp that leads upwards. If you walk up the dark, concrete passage, you end up in a sparsely populated loft with a tall tree in the middle and a giant plush couch that you could easily fall asleep on. This is where I like to hang out, sipping on one of the 100+ cocktails they list on their menu.
Oh, and they cost $20 each.
Fuck.
I guess I'll have to make do with a couple of beanbags in my back yard and a box of wine.