Insomnia
So it's 4:00 A.M. and I'm still awake, because I cannot sleep, and not for a lack of trying. My insomnia has been getting worse and worse over the last week, and I can't seem to fall asleep until the time at which I am supposed to be getting up. Yesterday, I fell asleep at 7:30 A.M., slept through my alarm and my first class, and woke up at 11:45 A.M. Gah! How am I ever supposed to function when I can't even sleep?
Jim tells me that I should try taking some melatonin to help me sleep. I'm going to try that tomorrow, I think. Apparently, Jim had trouble with depression and insomnia his last year of undergrad. I'm glad he understands.
On a completely different note, I decided that I should post a totally silly (and true!) story that I texted to Jim the other day on this journal, because it is silly.
So, here's the Saga of the Seagull.
The Saga of the Seagull
Have you ever heard of the seagulls that dwell near the hockey center? No?
Well, the hocky center is a beat up ice sheet in the industrial part of Tacoma. I was going there to practice on their ice before I skated in thier Christmas show. It was the middle of the day, and I was the only one in the parking lot.
Across the street from the hockey center there is a recycling center that always has large piles of refuse to process. Since it is located in the tide flats, the sea gulls love it. On that particular day, the sea gulls looked unusually ominous.
Suddenly, they rose up en mass and flew towards the hockey center. Beneath the flock it looked as though it was rainey gooey white drops.
I was a few steps away from my truck at that point and the only thing I could think was "Take cover!" I sprinted back to my truck, hoping to make it in time. I got the door open and threw myself into the truck just as the flock started passing overhead, narrowly avoiding sticky disaster. My skate bag, alas, was not so lucky. It took several hits and required a good washing later.
To this day, I look upon sea gulls with mistrust and apprehension.
Jim tells me that I should try taking some melatonin to help me sleep. I'm going to try that tomorrow, I think. Apparently, Jim had trouble with depression and insomnia his last year of undergrad. I'm glad he understands.
On a completely different note, I decided that I should post a totally silly (and true!) story that I texted to Jim the other day on this journal, because it is silly.
So, here's the Saga of the Seagull.
The Saga of the Seagull
Have you ever heard of the seagulls that dwell near the hockey center? No?
Well, the hocky center is a beat up ice sheet in the industrial part of Tacoma. I was going there to practice on their ice before I skated in thier Christmas show. It was the middle of the day, and I was the only one in the parking lot.
Across the street from the hockey center there is a recycling center that always has large piles of refuse to process. Since it is located in the tide flats, the sea gulls love it. On that particular day, the sea gulls looked unusually ominous.
Suddenly, they rose up en mass and flew towards the hockey center. Beneath the flock it looked as though it was rainey gooey white drops.
I was a few steps away from my truck at that point and the only thing I could think was "Take cover!" I sprinted back to my truck, hoping to make it in time. I got the door open and threw myself into the truck just as the flock started passing overhead, narrowly avoiding sticky disaster. My skate bag, alas, was not so lucky. It took several hits and required a good washing later.
To this day, I look upon sea gulls with mistrust and apprehension.