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I finally have an appointment to see the eye doctor, as the symptoms of astigmatism (though I had no idea that it could be thus until recently) are knocking loudly at my door. I honestly though I was just having my usual bout of allergies for the season, but then I've been finding myself sitting in the front row of class and not being able to clearly focus on things that the teacher is writing or presenting in font sizes which could probably be detected by satellite from space. It's possible that my constant headaches lately have been due to eye strain, as I often force my eyes into focus in many such instances as best I can so I can read important information for my classes. If this is what I have, then it would certainly explain how reading twenty or so pages anymore can make me feel exhausted.
This morning I woke up feeling rather crappy, which is another point of positive data toward my hypothesis that my mood when waking up directly reflects my mood when going to bed. Sort of makes sense, as there is little reason for my mood to change during unconsciousness, unless I have particularly pleasant or depressing dreams after going to bed feeling dreadful or joyous respectively. I don't consider the latter possibility to be terribly likely, due to most dreams taking their direction from the day's events... if the day left you bouncy, you're prolly gonna have bouncy dreams, ne?
So I get out a bit late, find myself having to brush 6 inches of snow off of my car, and start my way to campus. My intent was to speed as much as I could get away with so I could get to my first class on time and have a less eye-straining and headache producing seat, such as something in the front. I then proceed to find myself staring at the back bumper of some of the largest morons on the road. I get to class late, and the lecture has already started. Since it would be rude to interrupt the lecture by walking all the way down to the front of the hall, I took one of the nosebleeders in the back. Pain, fatigue, even a bit of nausea greeted me from that position, as well as confusion from the times I couldn't bring myself to focus on what the professor was talking about. I think I understand it, but this is getting out of hand.
Second class was alright, though in that one I almost drifted off. I've found that closing my eyes for fairly long periods of time lessons the many aggravations I face, but doing that in the middle of class would be an insult to the professor, even though I am not sleeping.
Cutting out now before the post becomes cut-worthy. Gonna go study/rest my eyes/study some more until my class at 7:00pm. I'll prolly grab dinner sometime in there too.
This morning I woke up feeling rather crappy, which is another point of positive data toward my hypothesis that my mood when waking up directly reflects my mood when going to bed. Sort of makes sense, as there is little reason for my mood to change during unconsciousness, unless I have particularly pleasant or depressing dreams after going to bed feeling dreadful or joyous respectively. I don't consider the latter possibility to be terribly likely, due to most dreams taking their direction from the day's events... if the day left you bouncy, you're prolly gonna have bouncy dreams, ne?
So I get out a bit late, find myself having to brush 6 inches of snow off of my car, and start my way to campus. My intent was to speed as much as I could get away with so I could get to my first class on time and have a less eye-straining and headache producing seat, such as something in the front. I then proceed to find myself staring at the back bumper of some of the largest morons on the road. I get to class late, and the lecture has already started. Since it would be rude to interrupt the lecture by walking all the way down to the front of the hall, I took one of the nosebleeders in the back. Pain, fatigue, even a bit of nausea greeted me from that position, as well as confusion from the times I couldn't bring myself to focus on what the professor was talking about. I think I understand it, but this is getting out of hand.
Second class was alright, though in that one I almost drifted off. I've found that closing my eyes for fairly long periods of time lessons the many aggravations I face, but doing that in the middle of class would be an insult to the professor, even though I am not sleeping.
Cutting out now before the post becomes cut-worthy. Gonna go study/rest my eyes/study some more until my class at 7:00pm. I'll prolly grab dinner sometime in there too.