Lunacy
So, last night I tried to go to bed at about 1 AM; it didn’t work out quite like I planned. I’ve had quite a lot on my mind lately and, though I was tired, I simply could not get to sleep.
I feel asleep at about 6:30; I had to get up at 8:00 for an interview. This evening, despite being physically exhausted, I still had difficulty falling asleep. I don’t get it.
I did discover what I believe is an aggravating factor in both my ability to fall asleep and my recovery from this damned respiratory infection. My mother has seen it fit to set the thermostat at 65 degrees at night, no doubt in an effort to save energy. I know that Jeff did not set the thermostat that low because, if he or I touch it, we are yelled at.
Respiration at temperatures below 67 degrees at night will irritate my asthma. I have reiterated this on numerous occasions to her. I guess she wants me to die or something (the feeling is more or less mutual). I have to wonder if the thermostat being set this low is more at the cause of my respiratory infection, since cold temperatures can reactivate dormant germs in the nose.
Anyway, what is even more irritating is that she tries to pinch pennies in this manner, yelling at me when I dry socks in the dryer too long (I guess they’re not supposed to get dry?), and then she only washes loads of laundry with 5 or 6 hand towels At the moment, she’s running the air conditioner while wearing a fleece hoodie; it’s 60 degrees outside…I guess we didn’t learn how to open a window in home economics.
Job search has been fruitless so far; I’m still hopeful after an interview and an application today. First thing after I get a job will to be to get out of here.
I feel asleep at about 6:30; I had to get up at 8:00 for an interview. This evening, despite being physically exhausted, I still had difficulty falling asleep. I don’t get it.
I did discover what I believe is an aggravating factor in both my ability to fall asleep and my recovery from this damned respiratory infection. My mother has seen it fit to set the thermostat at 65 degrees at night, no doubt in an effort to save energy. I know that Jeff did not set the thermostat that low because, if he or I touch it, we are yelled at.
Respiration at temperatures below 67 degrees at night will irritate my asthma. I have reiterated this on numerous occasions to her. I guess she wants me to die or something (the feeling is more or less mutual). I have to wonder if the thermostat being set this low is more at the cause of my respiratory infection, since cold temperatures can reactivate dormant germs in the nose.
Anyway, what is even more irritating is that she tries to pinch pennies in this manner, yelling at me when I dry socks in the dryer too long (I guess they’re not supposed to get dry?), and then she only washes loads of laundry with 5 or 6 hand towels At the moment, she’s running the air conditioner while wearing a fleece hoodie; it’s 60 degrees outside…I guess we didn’t learn how to open a window in home economics.
Job search has been fruitless so far; I’m still hopeful after an interview and an application today. First thing after I get a job will to be to get out of here.