Tired
I have been neglecting LJ and LHC for a little while.
The internet has been giving me issues a lot, argh. I called all over yesterday, fixing it, but something is still not right. It is annoying, but I don't have much energy to care, or if I do then I have a project I am working on.
I am so, so tired right now. It is rather unexpected because I keep sleeping plenty... more than I should most likely. After being on a more decent schedule for a while I am sad to be waking no earlier than 10 or 11. The only good thing is that I hadn't been tired through the day.
Then today I took a quick trip to Manhattan, and it totally did me in. Honestly, it seems to me as if it happened another day already.
It upsets me that I haven't done any of the other major chores of the day. (Making the bed, vacuuming, laundry?, sewing.)
I am half asleep and so sore :(
I was researching my options if I wish to move to Spain. It would be so simple if I went with another student visa. Each time I make a quick little trip to Manhattan it hits me how foolish that dream is. Just after I tell myself enough times that I just need to put in more effort, just need to remember that everyone is tired after work... there is no denying it. There is no way this is normal.
I am so frustrated.
At least I am having appointments next week (finally.) When progess is being made it is easier to deal with feeling so lumpish.
It does mean that I have to go Upstate though. Hopefully just Mon-fri.
Right now is one of those times I wish everyone outside my building, and all of my neighbours, would go on mute. Why do people feel the need to stand outside and shout etc.
This is really a personal problem, I am sure. Still, I am sick of the little thugs out there right now swearing and trying to be cool. And, right on time... the 16:15 school bus that stops every day in front of the house next door, and BEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPS constantly until someone comes out of the house. Seriously? Same time every day? I think they know without the damned beeping.
Okay, I probably shouldn't even be writing?
I just hope that by the time Dima comes home I actually DO something useful. I don't like when the place feels messy. It isn't too much, but the bed... the gritty floor... Plus I am sick of wasting time.
I need to wash my hair tonight too. Hopefully.
The internet has been giving me issues a lot, argh. I called all over yesterday, fixing it, but something is still not right. It is annoying, but I don't have much energy to care, or if I do then I have a project I am working on.
I am so, so tired right now. It is rather unexpected because I keep sleeping plenty... more than I should most likely. After being on a more decent schedule for a while I am sad to be waking no earlier than 10 or 11. The only good thing is that I hadn't been tired through the day.
Then today I took a quick trip to Manhattan, and it totally did me in. Honestly, it seems to me as if it happened another day already.
It upsets me that I haven't done any of the other major chores of the day. (Making the bed, vacuuming, laundry?, sewing.)
I am half asleep and so sore :(
I was researching my options if I wish to move to Spain. It would be so simple if I went with another student visa. Each time I make a quick little trip to Manhattan it hits me how foolish that dream is. Just after I tell myself enough times that I just need to put in more effort, just need to remember that everyone is tired after work... there is no denying it. There is no way this is normal.
I am so frustrated.
At least I am having appointments next week (finally.) When progess is being made it is easier to deal with feeling so lumpish.
It does mean that I have to go Upstate though. Hopefully just Mon-fri.
Right now is one of those times I wish everyone outside my building, and all of my neighbours, would go on mute. Why do people feel the need to stand outside and shout etc.
This is really a personal problem, I am sure. Still, I am sick of the little thugs out there right now swearing and trying to be cool. And, right on time... the 16:15 school bus that stops every day in front of the house next door, and BEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPS constantly until someone comes out of the house. Seriously? Same time every day? I think they know without the damned beeping.
Okay, I probably shouldn't even be writing?
I just hope that by the time Dima comes home I actually DO something useful. I don't like when the place feels messy. It isn't too much, but the bed... the gritty floor... Plus I am sick of wasting time.
I need to wash my hair tonight too. Hopefully.