Insomnia, Eatings, and Ireland Comes to Me, Sorta
Friday night I did not go to sleep.
I don't mean I got very little sleep Friday night. I don't mean I stayed up until it was technically morning. I mean, I stayed up all of Friday straight on into Saturday, and just kept going.
In more detail, here's what happened: the past week or so, I've gotten into the bad habit of going to bed at wee hours of the morning and sleeping until afternoon. Ergo, my sleep schedule was all outta whack.
Cue Friday night, where I found myself awake still at 3 AM dicking around the internet, knowing I would have to be up by 6 and at work by 7.
Since getting only a few hours of sleep wouldn't really help (if anything, it might screw me even more), I decided to just say "fuck it" and go straight on through. So...yeah. I made it through work perfectly fine, getting off sometime after noon. I'm sure I was getting a little quirky near the end of it, but...I don't really remember.
And then shortly after that I found out something really bad had happened to one of my online friends. My emotions weren't working properly by that point, at all, so I didn't really want to be alone, so I called geministep and we hung out. We even went out for dinner at Red Lobster.
She kept me from passing out and put up with my at-times slap-happy-ness with a smile, for which I am grateful. I went back home and crashed at 9 PM (there was a call from Dr. Just-Friends shortly before knowing if I wanted to hang out with him and some friends, to which the answer was "Uh...no").
I got up at about eight this morning, fully recharged. Which was good, because I was planning on going to the Dublin Irish Festival with some friends. Which I did.
(That's Dublin, Ohio, in case anybody out there was confused.)
Got a titch bit lost on the way, misunderstanding a road sign by my exit, but while I missed the first fifteen minutes I made it there in time for Catholic mass at about ten thirty. Hey, it's Sunday morning at an Irish festival; whaddya think the first event is gonna be??
It was somewhat eerie, since I haven't been to a mass in...god, at least four years. But, I was kind of in a mood to go.
(I don't know, I think it's human nature; regardless of what we eventually come to believe ourselves, when dealing with or brushed by tragedy, we retreat back to the comfort of how we were dealt to handle it as children.
I'm not even a hundred percent that somebody's listening up there half the time; but somewhere out there, somebody I care about is hurting because something unfathomable has happened. So I guess that makes me want to have somebody tell me "Let us pray.")
After, I found my friends and we proceeded to enjoy the day. Great weather, lots of interesting booths. We saw Celtic dog breeds and attended a talk on modern-day Druid worship (or a sect of it, anyway), and listened to lots of Iorish musics, both of the more traditional and modern rock-y variety.
Annnd, I went shopping. And by the end of the day had two rings, a pair of earrings, two necklaces, a bracelet, two velvet wraps, two dresses, some Welsh cookies, a souvenir t-shirt and a skirt.
And lunch was an Irish stew breadbowl. And at some point through the course of day I also had a Killian's Irish Red, a Mike's hard lemonade, and some Dublin Stout flavored Jeni's ice cream. Mmmm, Jeni's.
Came home by six, tired and slighty sunburnt, but very happy. Had spagetti for dinner and watched Beauty and the Beast on DVD (Susan lent it to me).
May have some more of those Welsh cookies before I go to bed.
I don't mean I got very little sleep Friday night. I don't mean I stayed up until it was technically morning. I mean, I stayed up all of Friday straight on into Saturday, and just kept going.
In more detail, here's what happened: the past week or so, I've gotten into the bad habit of going to bed at wee hours of the morning and sleeping until afternoon. Ergo, my sleep schedule was all outta whack.
Cue Friday night, where I found myself awake still at 3 AM dicking around the internet, knowing I would have to be up by 6 and at work by 7.
Since getting only a few hours of sleep wouldn't really help (if anything, it might screw me even more), I decided to just say "fuck it" and go straight on through. So...yeah. I made it through work perfectly fine, getting off sometime after noon. I'm sure I was getting a little quirky near the end of it, but...I don't really remember.
And then shortly after that I found out something really bad had happened to one of my online friends. My emotions weren't working properly by that point, at all, so I didn't really want to be alone, so I called geministep and we hung out. We even went out for dinner at Red Lobster.
She kept me from passing out and put up with my at-times slap-happy-ness with a smile, for which I am grateful. I went back home and crashed at 9 PM (there was a call from Dr. Just-Friends shortly before knowing if I wanted to hang out with him and some friends, to which the answer was "Uh...no").
I got up at about eight this morning, fully recharged. Which was good, because I was planning on going to the Dublin Irish Festival with some friends. Which I did.
(That's Dublin, Ohio, in case anybody out there was confused.)
Got a titch bit lost on the way, misunderstanding a road sign by my exit, but while I missed the first fifteen minutes I made it there in time for Catholic mass at about ten thirty. Hey, it's Sunday morning at an Irish festival; whaddya think the first event is gonna be??
It was somewhat eerie, since I haven't been to a mass in...god, at least four years. But, I was kind of in a mood to go.
(I don't know, I think it's human nature; regardless of what we eventually come to believe ourselves, when dealing with or brushed by tragedy, we retreat back to the comfort of how we were dealt to handle it as children.
I'm not even a hundred percent that somebody's listening up there half the time; but somewhere out there, somebody I care about is hurting because something unfathomable has happened. So I guess that makes me want to have somebody tell me "Let us pray.")
After, I found my friends and we proceeded to enjoy the day. Great weather, lots of interesting booths. We saw Celtic dog breeds and attended a talk on modern-day Druid worship (or a sect of it, anyway), and listened to lots of Iorish musics, both of the more traditional and modern rock-y variety.
Annnd, I went shopping. And by the end of the day had two rings, a pair of earrings, two necklaces, a bracelet, two velvet wraps, two dresses, some Welsh cookies, a souvenir t-shirt and a skirt.
And lunch was an Irish stew breadbowl. And at some point through the course of day I also had a Killian's Irish Red, a Mike's hard lemonade, and some Dublin Stout flavored Jeni's ice cream. Mmmm, Jeni's.
Came home by six, tired and slighty sunburnt, but very happy. Had spagetti for dinner and watched Beauty and the Beast on DVD (Susan lent it to me).
May have some more of those Welsh cookies before I go to bed.