Blogging away… I wish.
You know, one day I will have the time to write as much as I want. My head will explode when this happens. Part of the problem (a HUGE part, actually) is the fact that I always feel SO tired. I could get 8-10 hours of sleep a night, and feel like I hardly slept. Add that to a new job, which I am trying to become comfortable in, graduate classes, and trying to hang out with people more often, I’ve very little energy left for anything else. If doctor’s visits were not so expensive (and if I was not still trying to pay off the bills from when I had pneumonia), I would go and make him figure out what the problem is. I think I may have an iron-deficiency, but I am notoriously bad at taking any kind of supplement. Because that would require me to, you know, remember stuff.
With all this being said, I do realize that I need to be a bit more ‘adult’ in my eating habits. Living off of Easy Mac is just not cutting it. Also, maybe some sort of exercise in my day would help. But the motivation level is at an all time low. Someone motivate me! Ok, enough mer-ing about life. I’m going to bed.
Less derp, more work
I keep forgetting about blogging. I am so use to just letting my thoughts float around in a scrambled heap in my head, that I never think to write them down. Also, there hasn’t been much of note happening. The job is going well. At least, I think it is. It’s only my third week, so who knows how I’ll feel in another three. The class I’m taking this semester promises to be interesting. Lots of great projects and assignments.
So this doesn’t turn into a diary, I’m going to sit down this weekend and decide what to do with this place.
Dreams are weird.
I took a nap this afternoon, to alleviate the absurd amount of yawning I was doing. During this nap, I had a dream that I was getting into the back seat of my dad’s car for a grocery trip, and just hanging out in there was a possum. Now, it’s noon, and this possum is just chillin’. So I very calmly (which in real life would be frantic gestures and strangled whispers to pull over) tell dad that there is a fuzzy wild creature in the back seat, while it comes over and sniffs me, cuddles in my lap and gnashes it’s teeth at my jeans. I shake my finger at it, telling it no biting, like I would one of my cats.
Dream self, you are asking for rabies.
Moving along.
I recently discovered that I still owned my domain name, so I figured I should get some use out of it. I’m not really sure what I’m going to do here, but I know that I need a space to share, even if it’s whatever silliness is going on right now. So, here’s hoping that this will be a constructive project on the road toward figuring out a little more about myself (because I don’t think that we ever fully figure ourselves out) and expressing thoughts more clearly!
