I'd like to do what I'd like to do
It's 3 AM and I don't know what to do... I woke up at 11 AM with 2 extra hours' worth of unintended sleep thrown in. Class is at 9:40. I've been trying since 12 to sleep, to no avail.
There's about a million things I've thought about doing now, very few of which are actually productive: wreath-making, scallion-pancake-making, test-taking, test-making, article-reading, school-going-to. But really I just want to sleep. My mind won't turn off. And I feel like I can't stay up all night because, because. I can neither sleep through class nor deal with the implications for my sleep schedule that it would entail.
Since a week ago (the last contentish post), I've done precious little of real value to the world.
Doug & I visited the Park Ave Holiday Festival which had not-great weather and thus not-great attendance, but we managed to have a good time with it, even if Charlie's Frog Pond took half an hour to give us our (free) appetizer.
Norwalk Virus took its toll on my house, hitting 3 of the 4 of us in 8 days. I have been spared thus far, knock on wood, and everybody else seems to be healthy even if they're shedding while they're shitting. This has led to such adventures as: bleach galore, an ER trip at 1:30 AM (That's a sociology field trip if I've ever seen one. Or anthropology?), a CVS trip in a monsoon, and cetera.
I dealt with some drama that may've been my fault, and may've been the result of other people communicating poorly. And now I've missed yoga 3 weeks' running. Colleen hates me probably. My weekly-movie-trips continued with Deja Vu. Mehh...
Saturday was quite exciting: I went to the Market with VCSers, then Meghan & I went to the Anderson Alley Artists open house which meant I also got a trip into that strange, romantic being that is the Village Gate. I poked in at the vintage store, the Bop Shop, Bodhi, and generally scratched my head at the whole place. Doug & I picked up a CHRISTMAS TREE AND TRIMMINGS FOR THE HOUSE ROCK ROCK ROCK. But you knew that. A few of us ventured out to the wine bar on South that evening, which was followed by snackies back here. I apologize to any & all whom I failed to notify of that adventure. To put it in some perspective of how bad a job I did, I didn't even call Meghan until we got there. A new addition to my list of Roch-things-to-check out: RoCo, which has an art-o-mat.
Sunday found Meghan & me making a return to the South Wedge, to check out :nook and the South Wedge Green Grocer, both of which seem neat & promising. I hope all 3 of the South Ave businesses really do well, even if I've moved out of the neighborhood... Sometimes I think of how little I actually made use of that strip while I was so close, and it makes me sad.
In happy news, I enjoy Google Reader, now that Thunderbird has bit the shitter. And maybe this chamomile tea is helping. I didn't heat the water enough, but then I didn't want to microwave it either. Stupid thing's too damned loud.
There's about a million things I've thought about doing now, very few of which are actually productive: wreath-making, scallion-pancake-making, test-taking, test-making, article-reading, school-going-to. But really I just want to sleep. My mind won't turn off. And I feel like I can't stay up all night because, because. I can neither sleep through class nor deal with the implications for my sleep schedule that it would entail.
Since a week ago (the last contentish post), I've done precious little of real value to the world.
Doug & I visited the Park Ave Holiday Festival which had not-great weather and thus not-great attendance, but we managed to have a good time with it, even if Charlie's Frog Pond took half an hour to give us our (free) appetizer.
Norwalk Virus took its toll on my house, hitting 3 of the 4 of us in 8 days. I have been spared thus far, knock on wood, and everybody else seems to be healthy even if they're shedding while they're shitting. This has led to such adventures as: bleach galore, an ER trip at 1:30 AM (That's a sociology field trip if I've ever seen one. Or anthropology?), a CVS trip in a monsoon, and cetera.
I dealt with some drama that may've been my fault, and may've been the result of other people communicating poorly. And now I've missed yoga 3 weeks' running. Colleen hates me probably. My weekly-movie-trips continued with Deja Vu. Mehh...
Saturday was quite exciting: I went to the Market with VCSers, then Meghan & I went to the Anderson Alley Artists open house which meant I also got a trip into that strange, romantic being that is the Village Gate. I poked in at the vintage store, the Bop Shop, Bodhi, and generally scratched my head at the whole place. Doug & I picked up a CHRISTMAS TREE AND TRIMMINGS FOR THE HOUSE ROCK ROCK ROCK. But you knew that. A few of us ventured out to the wine bar on South that evening, which was followed by snackies back here. I apologize to any & all whom I failed to notify of that adventure. To put it in some perspective of how bad a job I did, I didn't even call Meghan until we got there. A new addition to my list of Roch-things-to-check out: RoCo, which has an art-o-mat.
Sunday found Meghan & me making a return to the South Wedge, to check out :nook and the South Wedge Green Grocer, both of which seem neat & promising. I hope all 3 of the South Ave businesses really do well, even if I've moved out of the neighborhood... Sometimes I think of how little I actually made use of that strip while I was so close, and it makes me sad.
In happy news, I enjoy Google Reader, now that Thunderbird has bit the shitter. And maybe this chamomile tea is helping. I didn't heat the water enough, but then I didn't want to microwave it either. Stupid thing's too damned loud.