Insomnomaniac.
There are not many nights I fall asleep as soon as I get into bed. More often than not, I get into bed at 11 and will lay there until either 2 or 3 in the morning. Usually in the darkness. Maybe if I've been laying there for an hour or two, I'll turn on my laptop and watch a movie. Sometimes I'll just lay there. Sometimes I get lucky, and maybe once or twice a week I will actually fall asleep as soon as I get into bed. Tonight was one of those nights. Then I woke up at 1:30 because of a mixture of discomfort and being too warm. I moved to the couch. I woke up again at 2:15 for the same reason. I transferred back to my bed. And I've been up for almost an hour.
One of the quicker ways to irritate me is to self-diagnose. Mostly if you have no idea what you're talking about. It's very easy to get "medical student syndrome" (which is ironic because when you learn about it, you think you've got the affliction). I try to remain logical and unbiased when I diagnose my own problems. For example, insomnia. You do not have insomnia if you just like to stay up late and watch tv or browse the internet. It's characterized by difficulty falling or staying asleep, usually for more than just a few nights at a time. And it can either be a temporary thing due to extenuating circumstances, or it can become a recurring issue due to other medications or health problems.
I for one, am not a healthy individual. And I know this. I have a terrible diet, I very seldom exercise, and I take an antidepressant which probably does more harm than good. One would think, however, that living such a sedentary lifestyle would make you lethargic and want to sleep at all times. And once I fall asleep (granted I fall asleep past the hour of 2am), I'm down for the count. I just can't expect to fall asleep at a normal hour so I can wake up bright and early feeling refreshed and ready to start the day. Just doesn't work that way.
Tomorrow - or, technically today - I have to go to a wake for my step-great-grandfather. I own two black dresses. One of them has decent length to be respectable for a wake, but is a halter top and has a bit too much upper body exposed. And if I were to throw a cardigan over it, it would probably look really stupid. Another one looks nice with the cardigan, but falls a few inches above the knee. Maybe if I had any type of pigment in my skin, and didn't have tree trunks for legs, it wouldn't look so bad. But I put the dress on, and walked down the hallway to ask my grandfather for his opinion. He rolled his eyes. So it appears that I'll be wearing black pants and a dressy top to the wake. Which spares me the hassle of finding nylons that don't have runs all over them. I'm not exactly a classy broad. Deep down inside, I'd love to be able to dress up and feel beautiful and go out and do things that normal females do. But I'm not exactly normal. Or female, for that matter.
I suppose I oughta shut off the computer now and make a valiant attempt at trying to fall back asleep before my grandfather wakes up to go to the bathroom and realizes I'm awake. Which would only result in, "Do you know what time it is? No wonder you're never out of bed before 10am. Blah blah blah, derp derp derp."
Peace&Love
One of the quicker ways to irritate me is to self-diagnose. Mostly if you have no idea what you're talking about. It's very easy to get "medical student syndrome" (which is ironic because when you learn about it, you think you've got the affliction). I try to remain logical and unbiased when I diagnose my own problems. For example, insomnia. You do not have insomnia if you just like to stay up late and watch tv or browse the internet. It's characterized by difficulty falling or staying asleep, usually for more than just a few nights at a time. And it can either be a temporary thing due to extenuating circumstances, or it can become a recurring issue due to other medications or health problems.
I for one, am not a healthy individual. And I know this. I have a terrible diet, I very seldom exercise, and I take an antidepressant which probably does more harm than good. One would think, however, that living such a sedentary lifestyle would make you lethargic and want to sleep at all times. And once I fall asleep (granted I fall asleep past the hour of 2am), I'm down for the count. I just can't expect to fall asleep at a normal hour so I can wake up bright and early feeling refreshed and ready to start the day. Just doesn't work that way.
Tomorrow - or, technically today - I have to go to a wake for my step-great-grandfather. I own two black dresses. One of them has decent length to be respectable for a wake, but is a halter top and has a bit too much upper body exposed. And if I were to throw a cardigan over it, it would probably look really stupid. Another one looks nice with the cardigan, but falls a few inches above the knee. Maybe if I had any type of pigment in my skin, and didn't have tree trunks for legs, it wouldn't look so bad. But I put the dress on, and walked down the hallway to ask my grandfather for his opinion. He rolled his eyes. So it appears that I'll be wearing black pants and a dressy top to the wake. Which spares me the hassle of finding nylons that don't have runs all over them. I'm not exactly a classy broad. Deep down inside, I'd love to be able to dress up and feel beautiful and go out and do things that normal females do. But I'm not exactly normal. Or female, for that matter.
I suppose I oughta shut off the computer now and make a valiant attempt at trying to fall back asleep before my grandfather wakes up to go to the bathroom and realizes I'm awake. Which would only result in, "Do you know what time it is? No wonder you're never out of bed before 10am. Blah blah blah, derp derp derp."
Peace&Love