divine angst

1) Worked

2) Read for class and prepared for an assignment due Monday.

3) Painted the wall with the bay windows (SUCH A PAIN).

4) Painted one side of the wall with the 7-foot wide, 9-foot high “doorway,” above which is a strip of wall about 6 inches tall, in front of which is a small PIPE.

5) Painted the other three walls in the dining room–one with a window, the other two with doors in them.

6) Made eggplant parmesan for dinner.

Still to do? Um, eat? Drink? Crash? For someone working on about 5-1/2 hours of sleep, I am REMARKABLY coherent.

My suspicions were right–I am totally going to crash later. HARD. I did try to lay back down this morning for a while, but though the laying down part felt really good, the sleeping part just wasn’t going to happen. The brain is too hyper right now. She just won’t shut up. Maybe this is what it’s like to hang out with me.

I couldn’t sleep last night. First, I couldn’t fall asleep. Then I woke up before dawn and couldn’t go back to sleep. This never happens to me, so I am (a) not happy and (b) pretty sure I’m going to collapse later today.

The problem is that my brain just never quit. I had strange dreams, when I was actually sleeping; when I woke up, all I could think about was the painting, and the moving, and the fact that I have work to do for my class this week but my textbook STILL hasn’t arrived. (I hate Media Mail. Hate Hate Hate.)

So with all that going on, is it any wonder I couldn’t stay in bed? I tried, believe me. I laid there, eyes closed, doing my deep breathing, mentally repeating a mind-clearing mantra, hoping sleep would come back to me. No dice. I think I’m up for the day.