insomnia, superstitions and general rambling
*sigh* So in the wake of my last optimistic post, the anxiety has started really kicking in, which has cost me a couple nights' sleep now - stayed up until 6:30 am the other night/morning, which anyone who knows my general preferred sleeping habits will appreciate (general sleeping habits not being my freak-out-night-before-an-exam-insomnia), and in the wake of my 4-hour-long sleep-night, I fell asleep at a reasonable hour lastnight, but was awakened by a stupid crow which perched outside my window and cawed at me for a half hour. Kept me awake for a good long time, despite my ability to keep out the noise with a couple of pillows over my head (anyone who knows my silly-hippie-crow-superstitiousness will understand). My apartment seems to be a gathering place for murders of crows, and I'm not sure why. Not really just any birds, just crows. It's too much for an inner superstitious hippie to take, constantly counting crows! I might just have to give up this superstition soon, seeing as the other day I counted 14 on the lawn across from my building, which means absolutely nothing (the rhyme only goes up to 7, and doesn't really account for multiples). I wonder, though... the crow outside my window this morning seems to come at an interesting time, as my grandfather's cancer has moved into his muscle tissue, and my grandmother is going into assisted living (although this really is a blessing, given her escalating dementia). This will be the test, I guess - given the blatant sign, if nothing horrific happens today, I'm a silly hippie and I should just retire this superstition.
More to follow!
More to follow!