I have a newfound hatred for pretty much everything at 3.53am.

Hello.
It's 3.53am. I have a really fucking stupid body clock. And by "body clock", I mean that for the past two weeks, I have woken up at approximately 3 or 4am every morning, hyperventilating, because my anxiety reflex decides to go: "Hey, you know what? EVERYTHINGISREALLYFUCKINGSCARYWAKEUPWAKEUP." However, whether my reaction to said anxiety reflex usually differs. Sometimes, I lull myself back into semi-slumber with wanky ambient music that makes me feel like I have a Distinct Musical Knowledge of Unique Genres circa Sofia Coppola films. Sometimes, I read Harry Potter for several hours (because, christ knows, at least I am not being chased by a thin, ugly, red-eyed man intent on occasionally stealing my blood to put into vats, killing me and all of my friends, and ultimately gaining overall power of the wizarding world and destroying Life As We Know It, and this makes me feel somewhat better about my plight of Early Morning Freak Out). Sometimes, I wake up and feel so shaken up and horrid, I get up and turn on the TV and watch an hour and a half of Bruce Springsteen videos on Rage. This morning is that morning.
It's unfortunate, but I don't think Bruce Springsteen realises that, actually, I don't want to watch all his rubbish "new" videos where he plays baseball with a wholesome teenage boy in a ridiculous show of male bonding, or walks around Philadelphia while Tom Hanks, in his convincing role of Semi-Homeless Bald Man in Cap gazes wistfully after him. ALL I FUCKING ASK FOR IS BORN TO RUN, BRUCE. I ONLY EVER WANTED BORN TO RUN.
But maybe I spoke too soon. Right now, a very old video for Dancing in the Dark, a la super tight jeans, half-open white shirt and rolled up sleeves just came on. I appreciate it. Mostly because Bruce looks like a ridiculous crazy dancing man, as opposed to slightly creepy moustachioed baseball playing brooding weirdo.
Thank you, Bruce. I feel better about us now. Particularly due to that saxophone solo that just kicked in.
Oh wow. You know what? It's the 4th of July in America today.
That means nothing for me, but I like the fact that fieworks are happening somewhere. This makes me happy.
Anyway, so I am sitting here next to my potentially morbidly obese dog (give it four month down the track), who is snoring in bliss, and I Heard It Through The Grapevine just came on, and I still have my night time splint/retainer combo going on. I am the product of eleven years hardcore dentistry.
I had plates. I had braces. I had those little round blue things that make gaps between your back teeth. I had elastics. I had motherfucking head gear bane of my existence worst ever (but at least I only wore it at night). I have a splint to stop my compulsive stressed sleep tooth grinding. And, on special occasions when I revisit my orthodontist for a check up, he pulls out the metal file, and grinds away my front teeth for some reason I cannot quite comprehend.
The point of all this is: It was not worth it. Eleven years of dentistry is not worth it. I would rather have impacted wisdom teeth and a slight overbite, to be perfectly fucking honest. But whatever.
Now my teeth are all perfectly, boringly straight. I look a little like a piano.
So anyway, basically, the conclusion of my rant is, I do not like rage, I do not like anxiety, I do not like too much New Bruce Springsteen, I do not like the fact that my dog can sleep so peacefully for so many hoursagrhghrgrhgrhgr while some of us are up typing this blog about her WAKE UP DAISY AND SHARE MY PAIN, I do not like dentists or dentistry, I do not like splints of retainers that make me look like Bride of Frankenstein (although I feel the title may be misused, considering Frankenstein was actually the doctor who made Frankenstein's monster, so I assume it would actually be Bride of Frankenstein's monster, but let me know if I am getting carried away). It is raining, and I do not actually like the rain, but I feel obliged to because of the drought. I do not like because awake in the morning when it it still dark and I had two hours sleep last night and too much alcohol. I don't like the fact that my jaw kind of hurts.
And actually, you know what? I basically don't like anything at all at this time of the morning. Kill me now.
And now, watching Creedence Clearwater Revival play I Put a Spell on You, I especially, ESPECIALLY do not like moustaches.

Okay. I might try this sleep thing now.
If you are awake now, and thinking the same thing, good luck to you too.
Anna.xx