Another Christmas has come and gone...
and we all survived. It was actually very nice. No family drama, a beautiful dinner, good conversation, and then I don't know what went on the next 3 hours because I woke up wearing a big t-shirt over my clothes and had on one shoe. I was tired. Really tired. This hasn't happened often when I'll fall asleep with clothes on. Brian sleeps wearing all of his clothes, even a belt. That's so bizarre to me. Do many men sleep this way? I find it strange.
Last October, I think it was, I had a really long week. I had exams, clinic, and just a lot going on. I had slept maybe 4 hours over the span of 2 days (my normal exam sleeping pattern, but as long as I was in clinic I was ok--I'll get to that in a bit). Straight after clinic I made my 3 hour trek to Austin to shower, change, and go to a bachelorette party. It was insane! I went to the house afterward, and the next thing I know it's morning, I was fully clothed still wearing the heels I had on the night before. I had the impression of the keypad of my phone on my cheek. My feet were over the side of the bed. So it was as though I was sitting on the side of the bed on the phone talking to who knows and just fell over asleep. I'd normally take off my shoes when coming inside, but I prefer sitting when undoing straps on heels. I didn't even do that! At any rate, I don't see how people can voluntarily sleep clothed
On a side note, when treating patients a lot of the interns would get more tired the more patients they saw. I was the opposite. If I would see a lot of patients I would become more and more awake; especially with anxiety patients (the bulk of my clientele). The others would make fun of me for this because I'd be so wired I couldn't sleep at night if I had more than 8 patients in a session. My supervisor would put his fingers up to his mouth like fangs and make sucking noises calling me the qi vampire. If you're wondering what qi is, the easiest way I can describe it is to say it's basically The Force. Qi is The Force. So he would tell me I just suck their qi and then thrive off of it. My patients were never anxious again, though. One even told me I was better than half the drugs she did in the 60s.
Back to the events of the day. I got a GV from one of my cousins who disappears and then reappears. He had to have gotten the number from another one of my cousins. I think he's called me twice my entire life. That was interesting. I also learned the google transcription service needs some tweaking considering it got half of what he said correct. We then started talking about some of our more colourful relatives and those trying to become part of the family that we wish would just go away because they are strictly self serving and only cause trouble. Some of the things they do, yeesh!
I then had pie. I thought it was blueberry and was excited. It was not. It was razzleberry and a bit tart. Pies aren't my dessert of choice. I'm not a big fan of crusts, and pies have crust everywhere. If it's soggy I'll enjoy it more, maybe even like it. Otherwise, it's way too dry. Unless, of course, it's made by my sister's mother-in-law or the German bakers in town. I would whore myself for their baked goods, they're that amazing. Tonight, though, the crust wasn't that bad apart from the edge, so I'd give it an 8/10.
There was squash casserole. I love it so much. It almost makes me teary eyed it's so tasty *^_^*
Jason went to play with Clwyd, and Clwyd christened him. He can't say I didn't warn him. He also heard LP get upset. He agrees it sounds like a car engine that won't start, but with more attitude.
Then there was the moonshine...
Poem for today:
There was a little sprite named Leigh
From her home she needed to stray
So she found a place to flee
And now she's far away.
Last October, I think it was, I had a really long week. I had exams, clinic, and just a lot going on. I had slept maybe 4 hours over the span of 2 days (my normal exam sleeping pattern, but as long as I was in clinic I was ok--I'll get to that in a bit). Straight after clinic I made my 3 hour trek to Austin to shower, change, and go to a bachelorette party. It was insane! I went to the house afterward, and the next thing I know it's morning, I was fully clothed still wearing the heels I had on the night before. I had the impression of the keypad of my phone on my cheek. My feet were over the side of the bed. So it was as though I was sitting on the side of the bed on the phone talking to who knows and just fell over asleep. I'd normally take off my shoes when coming inside, but I prefer sitting when undoing straps on heels. I didn't even do that! At any rate, I don't see how people can voluntarily sleep clothed
On a side note, when treating patients a lot of the interns would get more tired the more patients they saw. I was the opposite. If I would see a lot of patients I would become more and more awake; especially with anxiety patients (the bulk of my clientele). The others would make fun of me for this because I'd be so wired I couldn't sleep at night if I had more than 8 patients in a session. My supervisor would put his fingers up to his mouth like fangs and make sucking noises calling me the qi vampire. If you're wondering what qi is, the easiest way I can describe it is to say it's basically The Force. Qi is The Force. So he would tell me I just suck their qi and then thrive off of it. My patients were never anxious again, though. One even told me I was better than half the drugs she did in the 60s.
Back to the events of the day. I got a GV from one of my cousins who disappears and then reappears. He had to have gotten the number from another one of my cousins. I think he's called me twice my entire life. That was interesting. I also learned the google transcription service needs some tweaking considering it got half of what he said correct. We then started talking about some of our more colourful relatives and those trying to become part of the family that we wish would just go away because they are strictly self serving and only cause trouble. Some of the things they do, yeesh!
I then had pie. I thought it was blueberry and was excited. It was not. It was razzleberry and a bit tart. Pies aren't my dessert of choice. I'm not a big fan of crusts, and pies have crust everywhere. If it's soggy I'll enjoy it more, maybe even like it. Otherwise, it's way too dry. Unless, of course, it's made by my sister's mother-in-law or the German bakers in town. I would whore myself for their baked goods, they're that amazing. Tonight, though, the crust wasn't that bad apart from the edge, so I'd give it an 8/10.
There was squash casserole. I love it so much. It almost makes me teary eyed it's so tasty *^_^*
Jason went to play with Clwyd, and Clwyd christened him. He can't say I didn't warn him. He also heard LP get upset. He agrees it sounds like a car engine that won't start, but with more attitude.
Then there was the moonshine...
Poem for today:
There was a little sprite named Leigh
From her home she needed to stray
So she found a place to flee
And now she's far away.