Tuesdays suck ;;
I just love waking up two hours before my alarm, and then spending the entire time until my alarm goes off shaking uncontrollably, hyperventilating, and otherwise freaking the fuck out for no readily apparent reason.
Oh panic attacks. I thought we were over this.
I'm not going to class today. Except guitar, because I skipped last week. I'll tell my professors I had a migraine. :\
I needed those two hours of sleep, and I'm still feeling shaky (not my blood sugar, either, I had a glucose tablet when I first woke up, before I realized that that's not why I was shaking. :<)
Normal people hate Mondays, but gah. It's Tuesdays I dread ;;
eta: So, I go back to sleep, and have an absolutely horrific dream that was kinda like watching a movie... This girl (I dunno how old she was.. sometimes it was like she was my age, sometimes it was like she was younger, atround 13-ish) had all of these books and plays and things that were banned, and she was discovered, and there was this group of people tearing through her things, finding all sorts of things that marked her as evil (right down to her name. other people had been caught as well, and they were tried, and wound up being branded, given new names, and being released) and they locked her in her room with all of her books and things and lit the building on fire. She was narrating over the scene while her things all burned, and i woke up right as she started talking about how she wouldn't scream when the fire started burning her, she'd just breathe deeply and hold tightly onto one of her books and close her eyes.
It was awful, and i woke up crying, and I kind of wanna write it.
Oh panic attacks. I thought we were over this.
I'm not going to class today. Except guitar, because I skipped last week. I'll tell my professors I had a migraine. :\
I needed those two hours of sleep, and I'm still feeling shaky (not my blood sugar, either, I had a glucose tablet when I first woke up, before I realized that that's not why I was shaking. :<)
Normal people hate Mondays, but gah. It's Tuesdays I dread ;;
eta: So, I go back to sleep, and have an absolutely horrific dream that was kinda like watching a movie... This girl (I dunno how old she was.. sometimes it was like she was my age, sometimes it was like she was younger, atround 13-ish) had all of these books and plays and things that were banned, and she was discovered, and there was this group of people tearing through her things, finding all sorts of things that marked her as evil (right down to her name. other people had been caught as well, and they were tried, and wound up being branded, given new names, and being released) and they locked her in her room with all of her books and things and lit the building on fire. She was narrating over the scene while her things all burned, and i woke up right as she started talking about how she wouldn't scream when the fire started burning her, she'd just breathe deeply and hold tightly onto one of her books and close her eyes.
It was awful, and i woke up crying, and I kind of wanna write it.