Today, it rained.
And I was damned glad of it, too. It's been freezing for weeks now (not that I mind, of course), and every so often rainclouds will flood the sky making promises they don't keep. Today, though, it started thundering in the middle of the Woman's Advocacy & Relief Club meeting, and by the time I got out of Theatre an hour later, everything was drenched. Hasn't stopped since. The clouds cleared a bit now, and outside my window I can see the rain coming down in a sunshower...my favorite kind. It sounds so pretty on the roof that I can't bear to turn on music. I hope this keeps up, if it does I won't have any trouble at all falling asleep tonight. Sleep that I sorely need, thanks to my body's new internal sleep schedule. A year ago I'd be out the moment my head hit the pillow and sleep like a rock until it was time to wake up. Sometimes even the alarm couldn't wake me. Nowadays I toss and turn for at least an hour trying to get comfortable, and once I am out my sleep is fitful and testy and just about anything can and will wake me up...the cat scratching at my door, someone sending me an IM, a stuffed animal falling off the side of my bed. This is new to me, because I've literally slept through earthquakes before. Now my body just seems to be looking for an excuse to wake me up. Sometimes it will for no reason at all; my eyes just suddenly fly open and I look at the clock and I think to myself, It's four o'clock in the fuckin' morning. Why the hell am I awake? But I never have an answer for myself.
Oh, enough about my sleep angst already. It'll let up sooner or later, just like the rain (the difference there being I adore the rain). Oh, goodness, speaking of, I wish you all could see the sky right now. It's beautiful. The rain's slowed for the moment and the sky is that really brilliant turquoise with huge purple clouds that are half-golden thanks to the rays of the setting sun...*dreamy sigh* I really do live the life of a complete and utter sap. It is a marvelous life. I think I'll snap a picture to put in my Crappy Day box. It really is a pretty sky.
Speaking of my Crappy Day box, I've been secretly compiling a new stock to stash away for finals next week. (My Crappy Day Box being this old box I got my Wicked Witch of the West musicbox in that I kept because it was pretty. For the last eight months or so I've been squirreling away bath salts and chocolates and good books and comforting photos that I pull out and use/eat/look at [respectively] when I've had a really shitty day. I even have a Crappy Day iTunes playlist to turn on while I brood.) Currently my bath salt supply is dwindling, as is that of the chocolates. Both of which definitely need to be replenished before finals week. I'm sort of stressed, but not entirely freaked...not yet anyways. Talk to me this time next week and I'll probably be tearing my hair out.
Oh, enough about my sleep angst already. It'll let up sooner or later, just like the rain (the difference there being I adore the rain). Oh, goodness, speaking of, I wish you all could see the sky right now. It's beautiful. The rain's slowed for the moment and the sky is that really brilliant turquoise with huge purple clouds that are half-golden thanks to the rays of the setting sun...*dreamy sigh* I really do live the life of a complete and utter sap. It is a marvelous life. I think I'll snap a picture to put in my Crappy Day box. It really is a pretty sky.
Speaking of my Crappy Day box, I've been secretly compiling a new stock to stash away for finals next week. (My Crappy Day Box being this old box I got my Wicked Witch of the West musicbox in that I kept because it was pretty. For the last eight months or so I've been squirreling away bath salts and chocolates and good books and comforting photos that I pull out and use/eat/look at [respectively] when I've had a really shitty day. I even have a Crappy Day iTunes playlist to turn on while I brood.) Currently my bath salt supply is dwindling, as is that of the chocolates. Both of which definitely need to be replenished before finals week. I'm sort of stressed, but not entirely freaked...not yet anyways. Talk to me this time next week and I'll probably be tearing my hair out.