And other things Chris does not particularly like
Daisuke is still peeing on me and my bed. Research into training says it is a simple matter of catching him in the act and picking him up and plopping him into the litterbox. But he's peeing on the bed to wake me up! Argh. And of course I can't go back to sleep afterward.
Concert thing where I have to perform for dance class is coming up. My relatives want to go and watch; so does Lance's friend Jordan, who it turns out is a music major and who I ran into en route to class. He'll probably bring Lance. Egh. I still don't even know what time I have to be there, because our only stage rehearsal will be on the day of the performance. We'll have less than an hour to figure out our placement, and the actual stage is smaller than the room we've been practicing in. This doesn't seem to me like it's going to be fun.
I am also apparently not allowed to sign up for any classes at Manoa because I haven't passed some kind of health clearance. I better not have to pay for a tuberculin shot that I know I don't need out of pocket. Speaking of which, I am almost but not quite out of cash for the month. Blah.
Grandma wants me to quit going to the gym. Says it's costing me too much money and is bad for my health. Is convinced that it's one of the causes of my "sleep problems." Which is defined as the fact that I regularly go to bed around 1 or 2 in the morning, and regularly wake up at noon. Basically it's a "problem" because it bothers her (and a couple other relatives), because they don't sleep that late, or get up that late, themselves. The complaint is that it's interfering with my ability to attend class (which starts in late afternoon) and my job which starts early in the morning and runs long hours, that I am supposed to be working hard on getting. The other complaint is that my sleep schedule is interfering with my ability to clear out my things from the house in order to placate my Auntie Bev who is supposedly not going to be staying here; also I am chastised for not having started making all the things I am planning to sell at the Con in April next year.
So I am supposed to do all these things during daylight hours (because staying up late is bad for my health and wastes electricity) and doing all this, in this way, is supposed to somehow make me less stressed out and less depressed. Am currently "healthfully" forcing myself into a "normal" sleep pattern using dubious acupressure bandages, herbal teas, and increasing dosages of melatonin and other pills. This combined with being peed on with the sunrise is getting me up early, true, and that in turn is getting me to bed early, although of course I feel like shit in all the hours in between, while I drink enough caffeinated soda to turn my pee funny colors in a constant attempt to keep awake. My eyeballs have not stopped aching for the last couple of days.
I am certain that I will come down with a cold in the very near future.
Concert thing where I have to perform for dance class is coming up. My relatives want to go and watch; so does Lance's friend Jordan, who it turns out is a music major and who I ran into en route to class. He'll probably bring Lance. Egh. I still don't even know what time I have to be there, because our only stage rehearsal will be on the day of the performance. We'll have less than an hour to figure out our placement, and the actual stage is smaller than the room we've been practicing in. This doesn't seem to me like it's going to be fun.
I am also apparently not allowed to sign up for any classes at Manoa because I haven't passed some kind of health clearance. I better not have to pay for a tuberculin shot that I know I don't need out of pocket. Speaking of which, I am almost but not quite out of cash for the month. Blah.
Grandma wants me to quit going to the gym. Says it's costing me too much money and is bad for my health. Is convinced that it's one of the causes of my "sleep problems." Which is defined as the fact that I regularly go to bed around 1 or 2 in the morning, and regularly wake up at noon. Basically it's a "problem" because it bothers her (and a couple other relatives), because they don't sleep that late, or get up that late, themselves. The complaint is that it's interfering with my ability to attend class (which starts in late afternoon) and my job which starts early in the morning and runs long hours, that I am supposed to be working hard on getting. The other complaint is that my sleep schedule is interfering with my ability to clear out my things from the house in order to placate my Auntie Bev who is supposedly not going to be staying here; also I am chastised for not having started making all the things I am planning to sell at the Con in April next year.
So I am supposed to do all these things during daylight hours (because staying up late is bad for my health and wastes electricity) and doing all this, in this way, is supposed to somehow make me less stressed out and less depressed. Am currently "healthfully" forcing myself into a "normal" sleep pattern using dubious acupressure bandages, herbal teas, and increasing dosages of melatonin and other pills. This combined with being peed on with the sunrise is getting me up early, true, and that in turn is getting me to bed early, although of course I feel like shit in all the hours in between, while I drink enough caffeinated soda to turn my pee funny colors in a constant attempt to keep awake. My eyeballs have not stopped aching for the last couple of days.
I am certain that I will come down with a cold in the very near future.
posted by Chris at 8:45 AM
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