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Scheduling Sleep

~ Bon Steele ~ 4 Comments

In talking to Mister Man last night,  I realized that while I have planned for doing all the things that need doing this semester? I forgot to schedule in time for sleep.

Apparently, I thought that I could do without.

School right now is:

M, W –> 10.30 AM til 12.30 PM  –>Adolescent Psychology
M, W –> 2.00 PM til 3.30 PM –> Critical Thinking for English

T, Th –>4.00 PM til 7.00 PM –>Personality Pschology

Saturday –>1.00 PM til 4.00 PM –>Philosophy

 

Even with the driving time added in, its not too bad. Albeit, there WILL be lots and lots of reading and writing. No biggie. Momma can do that all day, every day. No problem.

I have to maintain the house, as well. Mister Man is working full time and The Girl is a 12 year old kid. We also have Big Boy, Destructo Kitty. Mess happens. No biggie. Momma can do that all day, every. No problem.

Also, we restarted the C25K program, added in yoga (as taught by Robert Gardner Wellness) and am trying to convert us to a modified paleo diet1.  But, I can do all that. All day, every day. No problem2.

*smacks forehead*
Oh, yes! I also want to write – keep up with my blog posts, continue with my fiction writing and get those submitted. I can do that.

Plus, speaking of writing, I am running that Talislanta campaign. Which I also need to get caught up on the serialized story and get that published.

Um. No biggie?

So, yes. Hmm…
Somewhere in all of that, I also need to do laundry and bathe and have some sort of social life so I don’t go screaming into the hills.

Sleep?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1 – Mostly trying to cut out processed foods and such. Limiting the number of grains and the like as well, too. The *problem* with this sort of eating is that it takes some menu thoughtfulness and grocery hopping, so as to avoid spending Giant Dollars on it.

2 – And if you know what I am referencing with the “all day, every, no problem” quotes, then …. *GIGGLES*

This is why we can’t have nice things

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Because I will forget where I put them.

Due to a variety of things like:  brain-fog due to insomnia issues, being elbow-deep in trying to flesh out plot points for the Talislanta game, trying to find a Day-Job to make some cash before $WinterHoliday!, trying to find a different Night-Job for when spring semester starts, panicking about spring semester, 12-year old girl-child (enough said), writing fiction and sending it out to magazine editors so they can return it1, writing a love scene2 for a longer piece of fiction that I am working on, and the day-to-day that happens when you live with other people…

I have absolutely zero brain anymore. A raccoon stole it like a carpet in the night. 3

 

 

 

1 – On the plus side, at least they are returning it with personal notes instead of simple form letters. Unless the form letters have gotten sneakier. Which, I admit, they may have. Oh, crap. Now I’m wondering about that too.  :/

2 – Why is that I can write horrible, scary, funny or sad … but tenderness and love are beyond me?
Wait. Don’t answer that.

3 – If you people aren’t mousing over my pictures for the text-floats or clicking on the links in my blogs – I don’t know what is wrong with you. I really don’t.

Mattress Woes

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“They say that genius is an infinite capacity for taking pains,” he remarked with a smile.
– Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, A Study in Scarlet

 

I must be a freaking genius because I am a hobbled-up woman this morning. My head and neck feel as if they are made from broken glass. Most concerning is the ticklish feeling I am getting around the corners of my eyes. It might be a migraine in the making. Might not. Not taking any chances, either way. I’ve swallowed a handful of Advil and Excedrine. We’ll see who laughs last, headache.

Oh, for a bed that didn’t cause this sort of misery!
Our bed is a ten year old pillow top. At the time of purchase, it was very nice. However, neither of us weighs the same as a fairy’s fart – so the coils have all been mashed down into a huge divot1 in the center.

OK. Probably not this big. But close!

 

 

Personally, I would love one of those Tempur-Pedics. The kind where your sleeping partner can land the fucking shuttle on the bed and not upset a glass of wine, much less disturb your snoozing self.  Unfortunately, those things cost more than I can afford at this time. Maybe at any time. I’ve seen cars go for less. Ah, me. Maybe when I am rich famous2?

Dream a little dream...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1 – To get the proper emotion behind that sentence, say it like the father from So I Married an Axe Murderer. The bit where he’s talking about Heed and his huge pillow.
2 –  *snerk*giggle*