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clevermanka) wrote2012-04-19 04:58 am
Eight would be enough, thank you
Here's something I never thought I'd say. I don't watch enough television. Thanks, Cracked.com.
I couldn't fall asleep last night until past eleven. I woke at 3:08 this morning. Good times. Is it any wonder that my favorite Stephen King novel is Insomnia?
At my first (or second) Crossfit session, one of the trainers asked how many people got at least eight hours of sleep a night. I was the only person who raised my hand. Next time, Red, keep your fucking hand down. Christ. The last time I got five nights of eight uninterrupted hours was probably...um. Last month?
I woke
mckitterick, too, and he's none too pleased about that.
JFC I'M TIRED.
Last night's Crossfit was pretty much All Deadlifts All The Time. We spent most of the hour practicing form and slowly working our way up to our max weight. Mine was 115 pounds. Meh. Good thing I'm not actually in competition with anyone else. My form was pretty good until we neared the end and my muscles were starting to fatigue pretty bad. I can already tell that my glutes are gonna hate me tomorrow.
Picking up those plates from the floor makes me think I'm gonna have to cut my nails off sooner rather than later. Pity, too, because they're back in fine form--probably just under a quarter-inch long past the nailbed. Don't you wish you had my problems.
Well, except for the insomnia crap. I wouldn't wish that on anyone except maybe Dick Cheney, who probably, ironically, has no problems sleeping at night.
I found some medium-weight, slightly stretchy black denim for Watson's coat. Yay for 40% Hancock fabric coupons, too. I wish I felt competent enough to start tracing the pattern. But my brain is complete mush right now. I feel a little dizzy, I'm so tired. Heading up to the office in three hours is going to be a miserable experience.
ETA: At work, and yes, miserable. Not helping is this article: Regina Tasca, a New Jersey police officer, faces a department trial after pulling two colleagues off an unarmed, non-violent man.
I'm...done.
I couldn't fall asleep last night until past eleven. I woke at 3:08 this morning. Good times. Is it any wonder that my favorite Stephen King novel is Insomnia?
At my first (or second) Crossfit session, one of the trainers asked how many people got at least eight hours of sleep a night. I was the only person who raised my hand. Next time, Red, keep your fucking hand down. Christ. The last time I got five nights of eight uninterrupted hours was probably...um. Last month?
I woke
JFC I'M TIRED.
Last night's Crossfit was pretty much All Deadlifts All The Time. We spent most of the hour practicing form and slowly working our way up to our max weight. Mine was 115 pounds. Meh. Good thing I'm not actually in competition with anyone else. My form was pretty good until we neared the end and my muscles were starting to fatigue pretty bad. I can already tell that my glutes are gonna hate me tomorrow.
Picking up those plates from the floor makes me think I'm gonna have to cut my nails off sooner rather than later. Pity, too, because they're back in fine form--probably just under a quarter-inch long past the nailbed. Don't you wish you had my problems.
Well, except for the insomnia crap. I wouldn't wish that on anyone except maybe Dick Cheney, who probably, ironically, has no problems sleeping at night.
I found some medium-weight, slightly stretchy black denim for Watson's coat. Yay for 40% Hancock fabric coupons, too. I wish I felt competent enough to start tracing the pattern. But my brain is complete mush right now. I feel a little dizzy, I'm so tired. Heading up to the office in three hours is going to be a miserable experience.
ETA: At work, and yes, miserable. Not helping is this article: Regina Tasca, a New Jersey police officer, faces a department trial after pulling two colleagues off an unarmed, non-violent man.
I'm...done.

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:weak fist bump:
I've been up since 12:30 myself.. after I was still tossing about around 3:00, I just said Ofuggedaboutsleep. Here's hoping the 4 hours of "gee I hope I sleep through the night" gets me through today.
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*pat*pat*hug*
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Thank modern medicine for little blue helpers.
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I can't even blame the amphetamines, either. I stopped taking them two weeks ago.
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And the shortage is still going on as well.
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Although, could it be your body adjusting to your recent not-smoking? Maybe it just needs a few days.
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It's never happened before. You know, the other fifteen or so times I've quit.
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OMFG. I FEEL YOU.
My brain is offline, my lady innards are in full revolt, and I am strongly inclined to buy a bottle of Balvenie Portwood 20 year, though that would be a preposterous expenditure. I keep calling the clothes dryer the oven. I am calling dogs cats, and cats, dogs. I am on autopilot, and my autopilot is compromised.
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Insomnia still sucks, no matter what the cause. :(
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I think you're in the Lone Star State, yes? If that's right, and if you're lucky enough to be in the Austin area, I hear good things about Crossfit Austin (http://www.crossfitaustin.com/). I believe that's where my friend Melissa Joulwan (http://www.theclothesmakethegirl.com/) goes.
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yeah. Let no good deed go unpunished. She is exactly what cops are supposed to be like and SHE'S the one being psychologically examined and laid off work?
hey, I hope you get some zzzzzzzzzz.
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