Kinda sucks to start off NaNoWriMo with tech issues, but when I entered my current word count, some of the stats were blank. 

Not sure I should’ve accepted the friend invite from whoever the hell it is that friended me on Facebook from Bangkok because I really don’t want to serve as an English teacher for them. I guess they work at a hotel there and want to learn more English. Upon first glance at the writing on their wall, I thought it was Hindi till I found that it was actually Thai. Not one of my languages! I doubt I will ever learn any of the Asian or Arabic languages because I hate the way they sound. German’s bad enough. 

The new serving tray arrived yesterday. It’s the perfect size for drinks and has a lovely design of flamingos by the sea. 

It rained really hard yesterday and in the middle of the afternoon, it was so dark in here I had to turn the lights on. 

The upcoming appointments and visit from Andy may be well worth it, but it’s been hell on my schedule having to stay up so many hours each day to push it around to where it needs to be. I totally hate God above for cursing me with this, as it is my one and only inescapable curse. Even my mother was eventually escapable. Bad neighbors and pretty much everything bad that I’ve had to deal with, save for this, has been escapable at some point or another. But this is one I’ll never be able to run from. I will never forgive the bastard for this shit, as if I haven’t had enough other shit to deal with in life. If it weren’t for this sleep curse my life would be damn near perfect! *sighs* But no one’s life is ever perfect, is it? Still, this is the one thing that can never be fixed, cured or escaped, but only dealt with and worked around to the best of my ability. 

The only change I’ve noticed in my sleep habits is that I rarely sleep more than 8 hours these days. I think this is an age thing because even Tom’s noticed he’s sleeping less. He would often sleep 10-12 hours, like I would, after being really tired. Now we sleep 7-8 hours, tired or not.