Prepoceros

Didn’t post again yesterday. But I’m sick, and I’m constantly thinking about my memo anyway, so I’m not too disappointed in myself. It’s just a blog.

You know what’s more important than blogging? Sleep. I only got six or seven hours of sleep last night, and I am GROGGY. On top of that, this morning, though I did manage to get to Contracts on time for once, I left my purse at home. Phone, wallet, planner, snacks, everything. If there hadn’t been free lunch today, I would’ve gone home already and skipped Torts. Maybe I should’ve gone home anyway; I’ve spent the last three hours mostly sitting around at school being sleepy, when I could have been napping comfortably in my own bed.

And I’m cold. Of course I’m cold. I’m always cold. I dressed up a little today, but in my determination not to be late I skipped make-up, figuring I’d throw on some mascara and lip gloss in the car. Those things, of course, are in my purse. Right next to my hairbrush. I’m cute from the neck down.

I went to bed at 10:00 last night and fell asleep within twenty minutes. I slept straight through the night, except for a brief bit of thunderstorming at 12:45. And yet somehow it still took me fifty minutes to get out of bed when my alarm went off at 7:00 this morning. Somebody explain this to me.

Every day that I have a 9:00 class (Contracts — MTTh), I walk into class between one and four minutes late. EVERY DAY. I think there was one day last week or the week before that I was a minute early, but otherwise I been just that weensy bit late every day since the middle of the semester. Frustration. If I could push my mornings back only FIVE MINUTES, I’d be on time every day. No matter when I wake up, it seems I manage to waste just enough time to get past that magic moment.

I sound angry today, but I’m not. Life’s little frustrations, you know.

. . . which is why you get a crap post like this one. Why is my head fuzzy?! This upsets me.

I need to go to bed soon, or else I’ll get into a cycle where I feel crummy, so I’m afraid to go to sleep, so I stay up, but then I end up feeling worse, and the tiredness makes the crazy stronger, so then I’m REALLY afraid to sleep, and this goes on and on until I get so tired that I fall asleep in spite of myself, usually at some obscenely late hour with the lights on and a book on my face.

The weather’s supposed to turn wintry tomorrow after what’s been a pleasant Fall in the low 80s. I wore a short skirt today to say farewell to decent temperatures. Once it drops into the 60s, I’m not a outdoors fan any more.

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Tonight I am sleepy. I’m sleepy a lot these days. I don’t know if it’s related to the dizziness. The sleepiness makes my sentences simpler.

I went to school today. I think today was the right day to go back to school. I felt dizzy a few times, but not sick enough to want to go home. I think I’ll even be able to start driving myself around again tomorrow. I don’t want to jinx it, though, so we’ll see.

John is reformatting my computer tonight. I’m getting a whole new Windows and a whole new Linux. Well, the Linux is all new, or at least updated; Windows is the same old XP, but we’re clearing out all the crap I’ve accumulated lo these two years and starting over. Minimalism, you know.

By gosh, I think this is long enough to be a post now. I’ll stop typing.

I seem to have strained my eyes, or at least that’s what it feels like. For the last little while, any time I’m on the computer for more than an hour I get headaches and feel nauseated. I feel that way now, in fact, so there won’t be much more of this typing thing. It’s as good an excuse as any to go to bed—I’m a little behind on sleep.*

My point, I think, is that this is frustrating. It means I’ll have to start making blog-reading the LAST thing I do when I sit down at the computer, not the first, otherwise I’ll spend my hour or more without accomplishing anything. Sigh. My life is so hard.

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Man, that was a great vacation. There’s too much to tell here, especially in my current state of exhaustion, in which I’ll be fortunate if I’m coherent enough to spell all the words right in these few sentences.

Driving home from vacation is usually a bit sad, especially when you can feel your week of fun outdoorsy bondy time dissolving into a semester of school and work and chores and commitments.

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I’ve just submitted my final paper in Roman Historians. The three assignments together came out to 8309 words, in the end, most of which were written in the last 24 hours, of which I slept almost two. Let it be known that I do not recommend this experience to anyone.

It occurs to me that I am now done with spring semester, as my last final was yesterday. That’s a weird feeling. I’ll have more time to appreciate it in the morning—right now I’m drained, and my achy eyes can barely focus on the screen. I’m going to go email my professor my apologies for my tardiness and then crash. Kerrrrrrrplunk.

My last class of the semester was this past Monday, and my finals will be Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday of next week. That would make this week my first wee taste of the glorious freedom of summer—before it’s snatched away by summer school, that is.

It’s not been a bad week so far, though it has flown by. I’ve had exactly one thing to do every single day except Wednesday, usually teaching in the evenings in random far-off suburbs. It’s mildly annoying to have to plan my relaxing around evening appointments, but I’ve managed somehow. At least it gets me showered and dressed and out into the sunlight every day, which can’t be a bad thing.

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Walking Sam around my parents’ neighborhood is fun and relaxing. Walking Sam around my apartment complex is not. Why? There are people here. They’re EVERYWHERE.

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I don’t know what it means, either. I dreamed it thirty seconds ago, not in bed where I ought to be, but scrunched in an awkward position against my couch. You know that weird in-between state as you’re falling asleep, when your thoughts seem to be a continuation of what you were thinking a minute ago? But if you stop and think about it, they make no sense at all? Mmm, that’s good stuff. Hilarious.

Oh look, there we go again. I drifted off for maybe a minute between paragraphs just now and dreamed my mom was in an aerobics class out in front of our house.

This is probably a common sentiment here at the halfway point, but I don’t know if NaBloPoMo is good for me (or you). Knowing I “have to” blog everyday makes it seem like a chore, so I put it off and put if off and put it off until it’s 11-something, and then, instead of writing something that might be worth your time to read, I’m racking my brain for a quick and dirty topic I can dash off with as little effort as possible. Whatever runs through my head in the last ten minutes before midnight I write down, and somehow that counts as a post. I’m doing this at this very moment, as I’m sure you can tell. Sorry.

Lazy link: Postsecret. It’s self-explanatory. I’ve blogged about it before.