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Head pain.
Jan. 9th, 2008 04:15 pmIs it a bad thing that I don't want to write right now? Sure, I had a 5k day yesterday, but I'm not gonna have a chance tomorrow for most of the day, so shouldn't I write now?
And I'm so tired. I'd forgotten what it was like to wake up early. I got up at 6:30AM because I went with Corinne to school today. Granted, usually when I wake up that early I've gotten to sleep early enough that I still get a decent sleep.
Last night, I really couldn't fall asleep. I had this weird pain in my calves, almost like the growing pain sensations you get when you're younger. And I was always either too hot or too cold. And to top it all off, my bed here is shorter than my bed in Berkeley, so I'm used to having a larger matress to stretch out on, whereas here my toes are a bit cramped.
So at maybe 10:15PM last night I decided to go to sleep. I've been falling asleep listening to the audiobook of Jane Eyre, because the voices are soothing. So I got in bed and turned it on and was listening, but then it got to a boring part and I wasn't feeling tired at all and so I stopped the tape to fall asleep on my own. That really didn't work. There was lots of tossing and turning involved -- how much, I don't know, since I make a point of never looking at my watch because if I do it's impossible for me to fall asleep.
So I couldn't fall asleep, and I had maybe sixty pages left in the book I'd been reading. Maybe a little more than that, actually. So I decided I'd read until I felt tired and then fall asleep.
Finished the book (and it was a good one) without being tired. Bully for me. So I tried the tactic of listening to the audiobook again. Again, didn't quite go the way I'd planned. I stopped after five minutes and decided I'd read the next book in the series. By this time I really didn't think I was going to fall asleep any time soon, so who cares? So I read fifty or so pages into the next book, up until a point where it got a little boring, and then when I tried to fall asleep it worked.
Today was good because I got to see and talk with a bunch of teachers I'd missed. But I got a headache around lunch and it's still here. Sucks unbelievably.
Yeah, with all of this I think it's okay if I don't write, but that just means I'll have to catch up later, and I hate playing catch-up.
And I'm so tired. I'd forgotten what it was like to wake up early. I got up at 6:30AM because I went with Corinne to school today. Granted, usually when I wake up that early I've gotten to sleep early enough that I still get a decent sleep.
Last night, I really couldn't fall asleep. I had this weird pain in my calves, almost like the growing pain sensations you get when you're younger. And I was always either too hot or too cold. And to top it all off, my bed here is shorter than my bed in Berkeley, so I'm used to having a larger matress to stretch out on, whereas here my toes are a bit cramped.
So at maybe 10:15PM last night I decided to go to sleep. I've been falling asleep listening to the audiobook of Jane Eyre, because the voices are soothing. So I got in bed and turned it on and was listening, but then it got to a boring part and I wasn't feeling tired at all and so I stopped the tape to fall asleep on my own. That really didn't work. There was lots of tossing and turning involved -- how much, I don't know, since I make a point of never looking at my watch because if I do it's impossible for me to fall asleep.
So I couldn't fall asleep, and I had maybe sixty pages left in the book I'd been reading. Maybe a little more than that, actually. So I decided I'd read until I felt tired and then fall asleep.
Finished the book (and it was a good one) without being tired. Bully for me. So I tried the tactic of listening to the audiobook again. Again, didn't quite go the way I'd planned. I stopped after five minutes and decided I'd read the next book in the series. By this time I really didn't think I was going to fall asleep any time soon, so who cares? So I read fifty or so pages into the next book, up until a point where it got a little boring, and then when I tried to fall asleep it worked.
Today was good because I got to see and talk with a bunch of teachers I'd missed. But I got a headache around lunch and it's still here. Sucks unbelievably.
Yeah, with all of this I think it's okay if I don't write, but that just means I'll have to catch up later, and I hate playing catch-up.
