Testing.
I started a new medication yesterday, so I’m going to try to LJ everyday to see how I feel.
Fucking tired, that’s how I feel. Someday I’m going to get this life-schedule thing down. I’ll wake up early and put on a fluffy robe, and the coffee will already be brewed because I will have taken advantage of that timer function on the coffee pot. I’ll sit with my feet up and inhale deeply, unhurried. I will be the woman in the coffee commercials before her children wake up. I’ll do laundry on a schedule so that I don’t have to tear my bedroom apart looking for clean socks in the morning or do a sniff test when my dirty underwear pile starts sliding over into the clean. I’ll keep all my stuff alphabetized, Books before Chips, Potato and Soap after Rollers, Hot. My apartment will read from left to right. But then there’ll be a problem because the videos will be close to the television on the far end of the living room, but the DVDs will be over in the bedroom with the eyeshadow. Fuck. I guess I’m just not destined for organization.
But anyway, yeah: the disorganization means that things get lost, means they take longer, means I stay up later, means I get up sleepier. But I’m feeling hopeful today with only occasional tinges of impending failure, and there isn’t any new-pill nausea, so things are going pretty well.
Fucking tired, that’s how I feel. Someday I’m going to get this life-schedule thing down. I’ll wake up early and put on a fluffy robe, and the coffee will already be brewed because I will have taken advantage of that timer function on the coffee pot. I’ll sit with my feet up and inhale deeply, unhurried. I will be the woman in the coffee commercials before her children wake up. I’ll do laundry on a schedule so that I don’t have to tear my bedroom apart looking for clean socks in the morning or do a sniff test when my dirty underwear pile starts sliding over into the clean. I’ll keep all my stuff alphabetized, Books before Chips, Potato and Soap after Rollers, Hot. My apartment will read from left to right. But then there’ll be a problem because the videos will be close to the television on the far end of the living room, but the DVDs will be over in the bedroom with the eyeshadow. Fuck. I guess I’m just not destined for organization.
But anyway, yeah: the disorganization means that things get lost, means they take longer, means I stay up later, means I get up sleepier. But I’m feeling hopeful today with only occasional tinges of impending failure, and there isn’t any new-pill nausea, so things are going pretty well.