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It seems to be all about sleep
Nov. 5th, 2005 08:23 amSo, I haven't been sleeping at all well the past week and a half, and then the time change meant I'm up at 6ish or something, which left me doing head-bobs in my evening class Thursday.
My emotional state has seemed matchingly frazzled. Sometime in the past two weeks I've moved more into the highly-variable emotions, rather than being consistently 'up' or 'down' for most of a day, it's like five minutes one way, five another.
So, naturally I have to stay up late that Thursday to make up for the study time I would lose in the morning from going to the Law Review's symposium (on steroids and sports law, which was far more interesting than I expected, and attendance for me as a Journal associate being mandatory), and was dragging so badly by the time I got home Friday that I Just. Couldn't. Do. My normal studying that evening, on international environmental law. Friday during Evidence I thought I might actually go off on an hysterical laughing jag.
So, instead, I bought some beer, drank a couple, watched some tapes of 'Jake 2.0' from a few years back, and went to bed sometime around 8pm. Maybe 9.
In related news, the hallucinations that come with night terrors, or whatever it is I have that involves waking up fifteen minutes to an hour after going to sleep *seeing* things? I seem to have moved away from people and toward inanimate objects. Finally. Fortunately. The only good thing about that experience as a whole (aside from it being just, you know, curious) is that I don't usually get repeats of the hallucination, and I don't tend to have the immobility thing (hypnagogic paralysis) anymore, like I did as a kid. As a kid, more paralysis, few hallucinations. As an adult, few paralyses, more hallucinations and (adrenaline-fueled) frenzy. So, last night, instead of seeing a stranger in my room, there was a floating styrofoam plate. Or...maybe bowl. Exciting, I know. And it was Very Important that I get it out of the way. So, there was the feeling of urgency that this breed of sleeping disorders seems to have commonly associated with it, but not a lot of fear and not the high spike of adrenaline, leading to a high heartrate and need to "walk it off" before being able to go back to sleep. Maybe I'm migrating from one sleep disorder to another or something.
Anyway, after that I slept fine, with a dream about two little old ladies who were con artists, and being in a restaurant with them where the waiter/maitre'd might be on to them, and thinking to myself they invited me to lunch, dammit, and were going to stiff me with the bill, because I wasn't going to participate in the con, or were conning me as well, or whatever.
And I couldn't decide what to order.
After that busy evening, I feel much better this morning.
Not too surprising, actually. Knitting the ravelled sleeve of care, and all that.
Odd little old lady theme, between last night and the night before.
My emotional state has seemed matchingly frazzled. Sometime in the past two weeks I've moved more into the highly-variable emotions, rather than being consistently 'up' or 'down' for most of a day, it's like five minutes one way, five another.
So, naturally I have to stay up late that Thursday to make up for the study time I would lose in the morning from going to the Law Review's symposium (on steroids and sports law, which was far more interesting than I expected, and attendance for me as a Journal associate being mandatory), and was dragging so badly by the time I got home Friday that I Just. Couldn't. Do. My normal studying that evening, on international environmental law. Friday during Evidence I thought I might actually go off on an hysterical laughing jag.
So, instead, I bought some beer, drank a couple, watched some tapes of 'Jake 2.0' from a few years back, and went to bed sometime around 8pm. Maybe 9.
In related news, the hallucinations that come with night terrors, or whatever it is I have that involves waking up fifteen minutes to an hour after going to sleep *seeing* things? I seem to have moved away from people and toward inanimate objects. Finally. Fortunately. The only good thing about that experience as a whole (aside from it being just, you know, curious) is that I don't usually get repeats of the hallucination, and I don't tend to have the immobility thing (hypnagogic paralysis) anymore, like I did as a kid. As a kid, more paralysis, few hallucinations. As an adult, few paralyses, more hallucinations and (adrenaline-fueled) frenzy. So, last night, instead of seeing a stranger in my room, there was a floating styrofoam plate. Or...maybe bowl. Exciting, I know. And it was Very Important that I get it out of the way. So, there was the feeling of urgency that this breed of sleeping disorders seems to have commonly associated with it, but not a lot of fear and not the high spike of adrenaline, leading to a high heartrate and need to "walk it off" before being able to go back to sleep. Maybe I'm migrating from one sleep disorder to another or something.
Anyway, after that I slept fine, with a dream about two little old ladies who were con artists, and being in a restaurant with them where the waiter/maitre'd might be on to them, and thinking to myself they invited me to lunch, dammit, and were going to stiff me with the bill, because I wasn't going to participate in the con, or were conning me as well, or whatever.
And I couldn't decide what to order.
After that busy evening, I feel much better this morning.
Not too surprising, actually. Knitting the ravelled sleeve of care, and all that.
Odd little old lady theme, between last night and the night before.