Oook
Having the same birthday as Julius Ceasar (at least according to some astrology book's and website's famous-people-born-on-your-birthday lists) I have never been very comfortable with the ides of March. And in the spirit of this anti-holiday I woke up at 3:00AM and took a lovely tour of every last bit of inter-zone from the back 40 to main street. I finally got up at 6:18 and did an hour and a half of ass busting yoga and meditated for a long time. I feel much better now, but as for insomnia, yes, yes I've had enough. I'm making another appointment with my neurologist today, yes gimme the drugs, hit me with the ugly stick what-the-fuck-ever it takes, I'm just sick of this.
It's weird too, because when in inter-zone everything is so dark and weird and frightening then a cup of tea and some stretching and everrything is sunshine lollypops and rainbows. Sometimes the contrast makes me feel a little schizophrenic, I don't have a full grip on myself in inter-zone (one friend thinks they are night terrors, but I don't think inter-zone is that extreme) and I hate the out of control feeling.
Anyhow, I have a rich full day ahead, and the exercise part is already done, and, as is often the case on days following particularly bad nights, I am in a strangely, buoyantly, good mood; go figure.
It's weird too, because when in inter-zone everything is so dark and weird and frightening then a cup of tea and some stretching and everrything is sunshine lollypops and rainbows. Sometimes the contrast makes me feel a little schizophrenic, I don't have a full grip on myself in inter-zone (one friend thinks they are night terrors, but I don't think inter-zone is that extreme) and I hate the out of control feeling.
Anyhow, I have a rich full day ahead, and the exercise part is already done, and, as is often the case on days following particularly bad nights, I am in a strangely, buoyantly, good mood; go figure.