Sleep, how I miss thee…

Yeah another night of insomnia. This time it was at the tail end of a 3 day weekend, which I loved and needed. I’d gotten plenty of sleep and was starting to feel somewhat normal again. I even went into WoW and played around in Stranglethorne on Wrenn! Hey, those quest achievements aren’t going to complete themselves. And I figured, why not just start at one end of the continent and work my way up? It was amusing blasting stuff away without thinking about it, and as a bonus, I got to give a blue I found along the way to a lvl 41 rogue, who promptly squee’d and bounced thankfully at me. I like randomly making someone’s day.

Around the end of the quests I was finding in STV, Jared came home and logged into WoW, then asked me to join him in a raid to try something. He finally dropped the raid then sighed, cos he was getting ported out of the raid instance. When I saw what was going on, I giggled and said “So, mind if I come to MC with you? I think Exo might be interested in silly times too.” Sure enough, our friend was, so the 3 of us treked into MC: a warlock, a death knight and a priest. There was much rejoicing when we finally reached the end of it and downed Rags, especially for Exo, since he’d never been. He’d had to stop raiding right as Jared and I were doing MC when we were at relevant levels. It was a big of a struggle for a couple of the fights (%@#$$ healer mobs), but we somehow made it through. For 3 people that hadn’t researched the best way on how to do that, and two of them either barely remembered (me) or had never been there (Exo) for the fights, I considered it a fabulous success.

After that, I curled up on the couch to watch Warehouse 13, a silly yet fun series we’ve been amused by lately, then off to reading-land. Around midnight, Jared went to sleep and the downstairs neighbors kicked up their noise. Of course they did. /sigh So I kept reading. And reading. And reading. By the time I was finally unable to hear them anymore, it was close to 3am, and I only had another 100 pages to go on the book, and there was no way in hell I was gonna stop. So 4am rolled around, and I finally crashed.  I get the feeling tonight is going to be an early night for me. :/

I will thank the book I was reading last night for making me almost spit my drink all over myself at one point. Why? Cos of one little bit:

“Acheron. When it absolutely, positively, has to be destroyed overnight.”

Anyone familiar with Sherrilyn Kenyon’s books will prolly giggle at that. Everyone else, feel free to sigh and ignore me. I’m still giggling, but I think part of that might be the lack of sleep.