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To sleep, no chance...
Jan. 25th, 2006 09:17 amI'm cursed. Plain and simple.
No matter what hour I set my alarm clock for, getting up early or sleeping in moderately late, I am cursed to forever wake up a half hour beore the alarm's set to scream at me... or at least I have been for the past week. I toss, and I turn, and I wake up ready to blame the cat only to see him curled innocently right next to the vicinity of my shoulder or my hip or my left ear, and then I nod off again into weird dreams about being in a class of students waiting to be taken from the room for unseen torture... that somehow involved whipped cream at some point.
This is starting to bother me. My dream about frolicking with a geisha-tattooed Pocahontas in James' old house is starting to look both normal and welcome.
Needless to say, I'm tired. Very tired. Skull-fuzzy tired and chugging tea tired. I don't want to be here at the university, I don't want to sit through who-knows-how-many conversations that will swing toward politics, I don't want to be faced with the reality that I've read hardly anything for one of my classes because half of the class is still ithout the textbook and the bookstore only smiles and nods and says its on order.
I do want to go home. I do want to draw. I do want to put some semblance of order into my life so that I might get things accomplished instead of getting distracted by the silliest of things and doing the equivalent of nothing all day. I want to finish that trio-portrait commission so that I might get paid. I want to check the mail and find that lovely government cheque that might help me survive for the next month or two. I want to restart tekMage from the ground up now that I'm finally starting to consider something resembling a plot for that gallery.
I don't want to go to the observation level of the swimming pool and attempt to finish my readings that I should have finished yesterday and struggle not to fall asleep for all the chlorine in the air...
... but hell, it's a start.
No matter what hour I set my alarm clock for, getting up early or sleeping in moderately late, I am cursed to forever wake up a half hour beore the alarm's set to scream at me... or at least I have been for the past week. I toss, and I turn, and I wake up ready to blame the cat only to see him curled innocently right next to the vicinity of my shoulder or my hip or my left ear, and then I nod off again into weird dreams about being in a class of students waiting to be taken from the room for unseen torture... that somehow involved whipped cream at some point.
This is starting to bother me. My dream about frolicking with a geisha-tattooed Pocahontas in James' old house is starting to look both normal and welcome.
Needless to say, I'm tired. Very tired. Skull-fuzzy tired and chugging tea tired. I don't want to be here at the university, I don't want to sit through who-knows-how-many conversations that will swing toward politics, I don't want to be faced with the reality that I've read hardly anything for one of my classes because half of the class is still ithout the textbook and the bookstore only smiles and nods and says its on order.
I do want to go home. I do want to draw. I do want to put some semblance of order into my life so that I might get things accomplished instead of getting distracted by the silliest of things and doing the equivalent of nothing all day. I want to finish that trio-portrait commission so that I might get paid. I want to check the mail and find that lovely government cheque that might help me survive for the next month or two. I want to restart tekMage from the ground up now that I'm finally starting to consider something resembling a plot for that gallery.
I don't want to go to the observation level of the swimming pool and attempt to finish my readings that I should have finished yesterday and struggle not to fall asleep for all the chlorine in the air...
... but hell, it's a start.
