Would ambien get me past these stupid 3 or 4 am wakeups?
I hear there are other, better drugs for waking-up-in-the-night issues, not that I know what they are, since that's not my issue. Ambien is made for those who have a hard time falling asleep, but stay asleep once there. Supposedly it was discovered in the hunt for a drug that would do (whatever), but it had a terrible, annoying side effect of putting people to sleep. Eureka!
I've learned to break off microbits to adjust for the time and how sleepy I am.
Me, too. They come in 5, 10, 20 mgs. Half a 5 mg. puts me under now. I used to take 10 mgs.
I took snotty!coworker the box of tissue from the women's bathroom and told him I needed to close his door, since the sound was really bothering me.
. So...what underwear is everyone wearing, and what music are youlistening to right now?
Grey stretch cotton boycut Hanes. They claim bikini, but they're really just low-cut hipster things. Black Wacoal Bodysuede bra. Fan noise.
So...what underwear is everyone wearing, and what music are you listening to right now?
Purple satin thong, black Olga demi-bra. No music - boss is in the office & it looks bad to have the earbuds in.
Purple satin thong, black Olga demi-bra.
Juliana wins.
Jilli gets extra points for having the matchy matchy going on.
I love how many of us wear the boy shorty things. So comfy.
Hey! I have hot-pink satin taps and a lavender push up!
Ok, I'm running a bath, so that will soon change to fleece pj bottoms and a tshirt.
I wish I could afford a good new undies spree. It's been a loooooong time.
I always wear a thong, unless I have my lacy Fredrick's boyshorts on. (Working out doesn't count.) No VPL, is my motto.
Hee. I always wear baggy pants. Unless they're jeans. Jeans I wear pretty snug, but wear my lacy tanga pants with those. That way if there's any panty peekage over the top, it's pretty.
White Bali (something or other -- no wires). Er...commando. Nick Gilder.
Er...commando. Nick Gilder.
Does this mean you're a hot child in the city?
Apparently, although technically, this is a town. I had white cotton on earlier, but sometimes, I need freedom. In my defense, I do have sweatpants on (well, actually men's jammie pants).
Now I'm listening to,
I think I Love You.
Do you think I have a case. Let me ask you to your face...
I'm typing too slowly. Now it's Patsy Cline's
Crazy,
which is so pretty, when you let yourself forget the Ross Perot associations. I may have to hop back up to Etta James'
At Last,
soon, though. I am having a mad love affair with that song, this week.