Oh, fuckidy, so tired.
I need more hours in the day. I know, I know, doesn't everyone? But no--I need more hours. I need to work at the library at the school that I'm at, then race to another office and work for three hours for the International Student department, then race right to rehearsals, five days a week.
See, what really works for me is when I go through those phases where I only need 4-5 hours of sleep in a night. I don't sleep much, but it's good sleep. Concentrated or something. These days, I'm sleeping eight or nine hours, but it's on and off, waking and crashing again, never quite finishing a REM cycle. That sucks. Especially when Tarfun decides to play glitter ball soccer on top of the bed while I'm trying to sleep. She thinks I'm just pretending, I think, since she keeps pushing the ball into my hand and waiting for me to throw it for her. Yes. My cats are weird.
Overall, things are mostly okay. The show's going well, work's going well. And I forgot to update people, but my Nana's doing all right. She's out of the hospital, and we don't know what it was that was wrong with her, we just know it's not happening any more. So.. good? I guess?
I'm still having to go to massage therapy for my back getting crunched in that dumbassed car accident, which is not fun. I imagine regular massages that are for relaxation are fun. These are the kind of 'oh, does that hurt? Let me POKE AT IT MORE until you're in tears.' It's helping though, so that's good at the very least.
Okay. Working. Making schedules for rehearsals. Trying not to panic about how little time is left to get this show up and running and ready. BREATHE.
See, what really works for me is when I go through those phases where I only need 4-5 hours of sleep in a night. I don't sleep much, but it's good sleep. Concentrated or something. These days, I'm sleeping eight or nine hours, but it's on and off, waking and crashing again, never quite finishing a REM cycle. That sucks. Especially when Tarfun decides to play glitter ball soccer on top of the bed while I'm trying to sleep. She thinks I'm just pretending, I think, since she keeps pushing the ball into my hand and waiting for me to throw it for her. Yes. My cats are weird.
Overall, things are mostly okay. The show's going well, work's going well. And I forgot to update people, but my Nana's doing all right. She's out of the hospital, and we don't know what it was that was wrong with her, we just know it's not happening any more. So.. good? I guess?
I'm still having to go to massage therapy for my back getting crunched in that dumbassed car accident, which is not fun. I imagine regular massages that are for relaxation are fun. These are the kind of 'oh, does that hurt? Let me POKE AT IT MORE until you're in tears.' It's helping though, so that's good at the very least.
Okay. Working. Making schedules for rehearsals. Trying not to panic about how little time is left to get this show up and running and ready. BREATHE.