My life's a blast lately.
My sleeping schedule’s been so odd lately. I’m not doing anything strenuous during the day, and I’m sleeping twelve hours every night. There’s nothing wrong with that per se, because at least I’m well-rested, but midnight until eight in the morning is healthy; midnight until noon is not. It’s probably a mix between weather, free time, and my medication, but it’s still very strange.
I woke up today not feeling that great (partly because I had a long, vivid dream in which my mother died; and unfortunately, she’s not answering her phone so I don’t have the opportunity to banish the last clinging vestiges of that unfortunate slumber), but for some reason, job-hunting made me feel a lot better. I didn’t even go out per se as much as I checked out some of my options, but something about it makes me feel productive and, y’know, like an actual part of functional society. I’m hoping it snaps me out of my minor funk I’ve been in.
The funk itself: Not a deep blue one. I haven’t been depressed, I haven’t been angry, I haven’t been harmful at all-- I’ve mostly just been rather antisocial, annoyed, and bored. It’s probably again to do with the weather (it’s been raining every day for a stretch), but if I’ve been particularly negligent lately, that’s why. Sorry.
Megan’s and my apartment move seems more and more likely; we’ve sat down and discussed where we’d like to live, what kind of setup we’re looking for, and how much we’re able to spend. It’s also uncertain whether Megan’s boyfriend Alex will be interested in moving in (what is it with me having friends with the same names as my family’s ex-girlfriends?), or if her current roommate Kirsten would like to move in as well. I’m fine with one or both of them moving in-- they’re both really sweet people and hey, this means a bigger apartment with (possibly!) less rent for me to personally pay.
Tonight brings a set of special activities: I’ve got to go ProPrac, as usual, and then I’ve got to go usher for The Loman Family Picnic again. Maybe I won’t fall asleep this time? I hope I do, though-- it’s incredibly tiring and SPU’s acting certainly doesn’t bring anything fun into it.
I woke up today not feeling that great (partly because I had a long, vivid dream in which my mother died; and unfortunately, she’s not answering her phone so I don’t have the opportunity to banish the last clinging vestiges of that unfortunate slumber), but for some reason, job-hunting made me feel a lot better. I didn’t even go out per se as much as I checked out some of my options, but something about it makes me feel productive and, y’know, like an actual part of functional society. I’m hoping it snaps me out of my minor funk I’ve been in.
The funk itself: Not a deep blue one. I haven’t been depressed, I haven’t been angry, I haven’t been harmful at all-- I’ve mostly just been rather antisocial, annoyed, and bored. It’s probably again to do with the weather (it’s been raining every day for a stretch), but if I’ve been particularly negligent lately, that’s why. Sorry.
Megan’s and my apartment move seems more and more likely; we’ve sat down and discussed where we’d like to live, what kind of setup we’re looking for, and how much we’re able to spend. It’s also uncertain whether Megan’s boyfriend Alex will be interested in moving in (what is it with me having friends with the same names as my family’s ex-girlfriends?), or if her current roommate Kirsten would like to move in as well. I’m fine with one or both of them moving in-- they’re both really sweet people and hey, this means a bigger apartment with (possibly!) less rent for me to personally pay.
Tonight brings a set of special activities: I’ve got to go ProPrac, as usual, and then I’ve got to go usher for The Loman Family Picnic again. Maybe I won’t fall asleep this time? I hope I do, though-- it’s incredibly tiring and SPU’s acting certainly doesn’t bring anything fun into it.