Warped Isolation

This is me, blathering on about my life in general. Sometimes I wax poetic, sometimes I wax wacky and sometimes I wax thought-provoking. Whatever it is you hope to find here, I hope you find it. I welcome any and all comments, so feel free.

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

*yawn*

Shout out to all the insomniacs out there! whoo!

......................................*groan*

This is just what I need right now, really. I've always wanted the insomnia that plagued me last year to return during my reading week in order to go 'na na na boo boo, you haven't got rid of me after all!'

I was so excited for a good night's sleep too. I went to bed at like 11:30 after an hour long swim, some dishes and some blog-hopping. I was really tired. So why did I wake up 40 minutes later, ready to eat a full turkey dinner and do mad jumping jacks? Who knows, but it scares me because that's what my insomnia was like last year, although once it stuck around for a bit, there was no jumping jacks, I just huddled in the foetal position until I had to get up and go to class.

Today was... interesting.

It wasn't anything special until I started thinking, sometime around 5 O'clock. First I thought myself into frustration and misery, about things I absolutely cannot change in any case. Then Dr.Bob told me I should go swimming because it would make me feel better. And it did, sort of. I swam like an absolute madwoman. Unfortunately, the swimming didn't so much stop me from thinking, or make me feel better/happier, it just made me think more, and with more focus, because let's face it, there's not much else to do when you are swimming laps in a pool all alone. And I was angry. I dont know why, and it wasn't that I was angry with anyone, so much, maybe at myself, at situations, at I don't know what. In any case, I've determined there is very little that compares to slicing your arms through water at a strong and steady pace, to relieve anger. [And wearing a bowler hat helps too. You just can't help but smile when you look at yourself wearing a bowler.]

Anyway, I exhausted the anger with a bagillion laps, but made myself get out when I got sick of feeling the water ripple through the pruny wrinkles on my fingers, caused from being in the water too long. (it's really a really weird feeling, ok? mostly gross.)


*yawn*

So did this post have a point? If it did I don't remember, and I'm sorry. All I want is sleep.

current music: Play Crack the Sky, Brand New

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Butterflies can not sleep in boxes........

2:35 a.m.  
Blogger swanky_little_duck said...

Actually yah they can. They just usually have little metal stakes through their hearts and never wake up.

10:20 a.m.  

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