Ways In Which My Life Currently Sucks
Generally speaking, I don't like to complain. For one, positive outlook is A+. For two, my life is typically good and I feel like a bitch whining over little things.
But it's been a crappy week, so screw that.
Start Sunday, I slept in until 2pm. Generally speaking I won't sleep in past noon on a Sunday willingly ever. Because I have to be able to sleep by 2am, so I have to be able to get up by 9am.
Now, being as I'm ME I can never actually sleep by 2am anyway, but 3am is typically my goal. This gets me a livable six hours of sleep.
Well Sunday night I couldn't sleep until about 5am, and with me it's never ACTUAL SLEEP. I tend to wake up every hour to fourty-five minutes if it's One Of Those Nights. And of course it was One Of Those Nights. I suppose I chalked up about three non-consecutive hours of sleep.
So Monday I was a little tired but no big deal. I'm often tired. Go to work, go to school, lala.
Get home from work and am exhausted, take an hour long nap. Of course I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER but dammit I was really tired and it was only an hour.
Cue not being able to sleep until 5am again. Fitful sleep again. Another three hours. Whoo.
Tuesday I nod off at work once toward the end of the day. Not a huge thing other than okay wanna sleep thx. Only I have three stories to read and critique for my class and I can't actually FOCUS when I have not slept. After some debate I decide to go to bed SUPER EARLY and wake up SUPER EARLY. I figure sleeping fromm 8pm to 4am would give me sufficient rest to get through the following day. It was a brilliant plan which could not fail.
So went to bed around 8pm, fell asleep a half hour later, woke up at midnight, laid in bed for another hour and a half in vain hope of falling asleep again.
Eventually decided to go to plan B which was to get up, shower, do my homework and go to bed around 5am and pick up another three hours.
You can see where this is going, right? I did two of my stories and resolved to do the third at work, then went to bed. And stayed there for the next two hours, not sleeping.
By 7am I realized I wouldn't be falling asleep until 8 if I was lucky, and would have to get up an hour after that. If I didn't fall asleep at all it meant I would be going to work and class on three hours of sleep when I'd already been up for ten hours. And the ironic bit was, I could have done it. I would have been fucking tired but I would've managed. Hell I've worked on worse. But the idea of doing it Thursday and Friday too, because I wouldn't get to right my sleep schedule until I was allowed to sleep in past 9am, really freaked me out. I can't do long term insomnia. A few days is okay but when you push into the whole week of not sleeping I am miserable and bitchy.
I called in sick for the first time in my life in any job, and felt pretty cruddy about that. Fortunately since I called at 7am I just left a message on my bosses answering machine and didn't have to explain my sleeping dillema to him. Then I went to bed and set the alarm for noon. I figured four hours of sleep would get me throuh the rest of the day and still leave me tired enough to sleep normal. Plus I would have time to finish my last assignment before class at 2.
Wake up at 1:45pm with absolutely no idea what the hell is going on. Eventually figure out that somehow either the alarm didn't go off I turned it off in my sleep (which I NEVER do) and class is starting in fifteen minutes, I haven't read much less written one of my critiques, am not dressed, homework is not printed.
Do everything minus the undone assignment in fifteen minutes and race off to school, arrive at class fifteen minutes late. Get to do commentary and Bliss and Leota's stories, and recieve on my own (everyone loved it and virtually no one hard any significant critique, nice ego boost) explain to Colette why I can't critique hers and feel like crap 'cause Colette is awesome and apparently everyone enjoyed her story.
Go back home, do stuff like put off writing my app for CFUD.
So here is the thing. At this point Wednesday was my only really bad day, and even that was perfectly tolerable. I've always had sleeping issues, I just hate it when they get the better of me, but I'm used to living with them, hating my sleeping issues is as useless as hating my period, it's a pain in the ass but an expected part of my life and I deal with it.
Then Thursday.
Thursday was great, overall, until about 8pm.
I woke up Thrusday morning and noticed we had no water pressure, this worried me a little. I was afraid our well might be going empty. For people who have only ever lived off city water, a well is basically a big hole in the ground full of water, they usually form naturally and are located directly under your property so you own it. For the small fee of a few thousand dollars you can have a well drilled and equipped with plumbing and basically the water in your house works just like normal. It's dirtier water, of course, but we have a filter to fix that. The bright side of a well is you have no water bill, since the water belongs to you. The bad side is that when it runs out you have no water until you get someone to drill you a new one, which is expensive.
So that would have been bad, and I am glad it ISN'T that because while it would be less work it would be a lot of money and mum freaking out over it would give me nightmares.
I also thought it might be the hot water heater and the flow was bad because we were only getting cold water. The heater broke previously, so always a possibility.
I go to work and come home and don't think about it much. I get in some volumes of BotI (Blade of the Immortal) and that is awesome. I bug Huhuru until I know what to do about my CFUD app and finally get some work done on it when I get a call from my neighbor telling me we're leaking water and maybe a pipe froze over and burst.
Well of course, it's been freezing every since monday (it's 18 degrees out right now) but as I'm not usually home alone during the winter and thus never in charge of these things, it never occured to me to drain the pipes and mum didn't mention it.
I get dressed and rush outside and open my garage door to let out a small wave of water. Nothing dramatic, I doubt it got much deeper than an inch. Just enough to soak into the bottoms of the boxes we have in there, most of which are full of stuff from our move we never unpacked. And okay also all the other junk. There were dog beds and piles of books and plenty of wooden junk all nicely saturated.
I could hear the water rushing out of the wall and have absolutely no idea what to do about it. See, I don't know how to change breakers if the lights go out. Or whatever you do. I'm basically home owners impaired. I know it involved a valve or a knob or something, and pipes, I run out to the well house (where the plumbing comes up from the well) because of course there would be a way to shut it off there, but mum keeps a padlock on that and I don't know where the key is.
Call Aunt Sue in a semi-panick and ask her how to turn off the water. Get instructions about a pipe in the wall somewhere along the house... eventually find it in a hole in the wall behind some insulation. Thank God that the previous home owner was anal about writing down instructions for everything and turn off the valve that reads 'main line'. Hear a satisfying hiss as the water shuts off and stops flooding into the garage.
Go back inside and try to call mum every fifteen minutes for the next two hours but WOULDN'T YOU KNOW this is one of those times she has it off. I couldn't get ahold of her the last time I was stressing out over what the fuck do I do either.
Eventually, mum comes home. About 11:45. She's been in... I'm not sure actually. I don't pay much attention to where she goes when. But it was a business trip for five days. Anyway.
She didn't freak out, though she was SAD but sad I can deal with. We poke it around a little but the only thing to do is to spend all of the next day cleaning out the garage. I got to call into work unable to go in AGAIN because yay garage cleaning in the freezing cold. Between last weeks holidays and this weeks disasters my paycheck will be half it's size. Really crappy timing being as you know. Christmas. Also I have an extra four hundred dollars on my credit card already, partly being BotI and mostly being my dog needing a surpraize vet visit (which they STILL haven't called me with the results of).
Currently mum is out buying a heater we can put in the garage (and later in the dining room, we don't use the house's heater because eletric heaters in every room is cheaper than a gas bill) and then we get to go clear it out and sort through boxes which haven't been opened in about four years.
Got less than five hours of sleep again, surprise surprise.
Haven't showered since midnight Wednesday.
App still not written and the deadline is tonight.
Broke, hungry and cold.
ETA: And then I remembered I had homework due last night that I completely forgot about in the middle of water flooding my garage. gg. *e-mails teacher to beg for forgiveness*