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I’m just saying, I think we all know who the best Jaeger pilot team would be.
For as long as I can remember I’ve periodically had trouble sleeping. I’m really sensitive to both light and sound, and it doesn’t help that I live in a country where, in the summer, even the southern parts only get a few hours of darkness per night.
(Also my parents are the worst re: my sleeping problems, because while it’s totally okay for them to watch loud tv wheneeeeever they want, I was not allowed to sit quietly in my nearly dark room with the door closed because it supposedly kept my mother up. I’m so glad I moved out.)
Currently there is a heatwave with over 30 degrees in the shade (nope. no. can’t do.) and I’ve had to choose between keeping the window open and being kept awake by the noise from the nearby motorway, or closing it and waking up every few hours bathed in my own sweat.
My flatmate also has the charming habit of skyping her friends/family back in China at hours that will presumably make the time difference more tolerable. This would be fine if she wasn’t one of those people who think they need to shout to be heard at the other end. It happened again this morning and even my noise-cancelling headphones didn’t help.
I’m so tired.
I have things I’ve wanted to do for over a month now but I’m just constanly too low on energy. Even just writing this took me more than half an hour. I’m not kidding when I say that I’m usually at least a little sleep deprived.
oitnb season 3 requirements
- for poussey to never be sad ever.
In the criminal justice system, supernatually-based offenses are considered really, really weird. In Beacon Hills, California, the dedicated detectives who investigate all this bizarre shit are Sheriff Stilinski and Derek ‘The Nose’ Hale (that guy, you know, the lurky one whose family died in a fire? Yeah it’s totally him).
These are their stories.
the 7 y/o boy who lives next door doesn’t want to go in the house to bed and i just heard his dad use the old “you live under my roof, you live by my rules” and the kid just shouted back “im not under your roof im under the sky and thats god’s roof and he wants me to play out for longer!”
i can’t stop laughing.
update: now he’s scootering down the street singing ‘we didn’t start the fire’ while his dad chases him
I’ve just come home from my longest work shift yet - 9 hours 15 minutes. I know other jobs have shifts that are a lot longer (beats me how anyone can work 12 hours straight) but I still feel like I’ve earned the right to brag.
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