An update, you say?
Well I stayed up way late last night making a Power Point of my Economics project. I deemed it finished, but I'll have to give it a looking over as that was about 2 in the morning.
I went to bed after I turned the computer off, telling myself I was so stiff from my prolonged computer use that I wouldn't use it at all today. I lie to myself all the time, however.
Once my light was off I was aware first that I'd neglected to turn off my obnoxious, whining external harddrive, and second of the loud people outside my window. That was my only motivation to jump up and turn on the light, what with all the spooks keeping me in my bed and all, because I knew that they'd be surprised by the giant skull and crossbones they'd be seeing in my window.
Well, not too long after I was in bed I noticed that my muscle spasms were becoming stronger and more frequent, and my lips were a numbish tingling feeling. Then BAM! It felt like I fell onto the bed from a bajillion feet up. I was rational enough in my surprise to realize that hey, I must have passed out, and had an ultra-crazy spasm that woke me up, though not much time had passed since the last time I looked at the clock. Still twitching, and with my lips still tingling, having a really hard time breathing, I considered going downstairs and telling my dad that Hey! I think I had a seizure and you know what? I think I'm having another! But alas once more I was out cold.
My dreams were weird, but not as horrible until the last dream. Lots of crying in them. Kidnap, people stealing my pants from out of my work locker, etc. Last I dreamt that I was in a house made completely out of stainless steel, and I went into the one bedroom which happened to be my Grandma's room. But it wasn't her house. It was somebody else's. Enter Catherine who I'm supposed to believe was next to me the whole time, saying, "She's dead! She's dead!" So we both threw ours torsos on the bed, kneeling in front of it, and sobbing that my grandma was dead. So I asked myself, "Is she dead in real life, or is she just dead in my dream?" so I asked dream-Catherine who ignored my question and kept sobbing into the bed that she was dead. I woke up sobbing. It was bright and bird songy this time, though.
I've realized that I completely lost yesterday. What happened to yesterday? It just...didn't occur. At least it doesn't seem to have.
All day I've been...out of tune, out of balance. I have to steady myself or sit down constantly. The room feels like it's bouncing, or spinning, or both, and I wobble and stumble and such. I nearly cracked my head open taking a shower today because I became unstable, threw my arm out to steady myself, and my hand went right thru the shower curtain. Needless to say I didn't beg to drive today. Who wants to drive thru Middletown, anyway?
I went to bed after I turned the computer off, telling myself I was so stiff from my prolonged computer use that I wouldn't use it at all today. I lie to myself all the time, however.
Once my light was off I was aware first that I'd neglected to turn off my obnoxious, whining external harddrive, and second of the loud people outside my window. That was my only motivation to jump up and turn on the light, what with all the spooks keeping me in my bed and all, because I knew that they'd be surprised by the giant skull and crossbones they'd be seeing in my window.
Well, not too long after I was in bed I noticed that my muscle spasms were becoming stronger and more frequent, and my lips were a numbish tingling feeling. Then BAM! It felt like I fell onto the bed from a bajillion feet up. I was rational enough in my surprise to realize that hey, I must have passed out, and had an ultra-crazy spasm that woke me up, though not much time had passed since the last time I looked at the clock. Still twitching, and with my lips still tingling, having a really hard time breathing, I considered going downstairs and telling my dad that Hey! I think I had a seizure and you know what? I think I'm having another! But alas once more I was out cold.
My dreams were weird, but not as horrible until the last dream. Lots of crying in them. Kidnap, people stealing my pants from out of my work locker, etc. Last I dreamt that I was in a house made completely out of stainless steel, and I went into the one bedroom which happened to be my Grandma's room. But it wasn't her house. It was somebody else's. Enter Catherine who I'm supposed to believe was next to me the whole time, saying, "She's dead! She's dead!" So we both threw ours torsos on the bed, kneeling in front of it, and sobbing that my grandma was dead. So I asked myself, "Is she dead in real life, or is she just dead in my dream?" so I asked dream-Catherine who ignored my question and kept sobbing into the bed that she was dead. I woke up sobbing. It was bright and bird songy this time, though.
I've realized that I completely lost yesterday. What happened to yesterday? It just...didn't occur. At least it doesn't seem to have.
All day I've been...out of tune, out of balance. I have to steady myself or sit down constantly. The room feels like it's bouncing, or spinning, or both, and I wobble and stumble and such. I nearly cracked my head open taking a shower today because I became unstable, threw my arm out to steady myself, and my hand went right thru the shower curtain. Needless to say I didn't beg to drive today. Who wants to drive thru Middletown, anyway?