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textualdevianceMan, I can so tell the difference when I haven't had a full night with my mask on. I was too congested last night (allergies kicked up by all the lingering fireworks smoke, I think) and I could only do a few hours before I had to claw the thing off my face and breathe through my mouth. I wake up, 7 hours of sleep, which is normally pretty good, and feeling like I'm under water. It absolutely amazes me that I spent so many years (probably 15, maybe more) waking up feeling like that every. single. day. I'm not surprised I was so useless for most of that time, and that I was so addicted to caffeine all through my first go at college. I really ache for all that lost time, now, but I'm hopeful that I'm finally on the road to recovery, even though full healing will probably still take some time.
I still have a lot of other things dragging me down, too, which are at various levels of treatment, but it really astonishes me how much of a difference this thing has made, in just over a year. I'm a total evangelist for it, now. Snore like a chainsaw, wake up groggy/headachy and sleepy all day? Get checked, man.
The office is now done. Tweaks here and there, and some filing to do, but nothing urgent. Took me a while. I love it in here. The feng shui must be better or something, because it just feels better. Brighter, more open, yet at the same time cozy. maybe it's because I'm in the middle of an airflow path between the door and the window, rather than being tucked in a dark, musty corner. That and the window is south-facing. More light in general, meaning less of my usual SAD-type stuff. I look out from where I sit, and because of the angle, I mostly just see a stand of trees and a few roofs. Not the nasty mini-backyards from the clearcut tract home construction project before. (They cut down an entire greenbelt across the street from us to put in a dozen tightly-packed suburban faux-country clones. Barf.)
The old office is now clear, mostly, and just needs some serious cleaning-type cleaning (hairballs in places I couldn't reach before, etc.) After that comes the tackling of the rest of the house. Which is actually in pretty good shape, really. The two big projects are doing the flowerbed in the back yard and cleaning out the garage. Plus all the little repairs and such. The A/C should be getting installed in a couple of weeks, so I may actually survive August this time. What surprises me is that I've actually been keeping up (by comparison) with housework. Dishes have been getting done, laundry has been getting put away, vacuuming has been done. Normally I detest that stuff, but I guess maybe I'm nesting or something so I don't mind it. It's probably a "spring cleaning" mentality, really. Wanting to fix up the living space, get the old, crusty junk out and have a fresh slate to launch me into the new stage of my life starting in the fall. Normally I do that when I move, but since we're not doing that, I'm making do.
Entertainment count is doing well.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mekle and I have been watching old CSI epis like crazy the last few weeks. So far we've gotten through all of Season 3, most of Season 1 except the last one (which will be tonight's dinner entertainment) and a handful each of 2 and 4. Nothing of 5 yet. So frustrating to want to go look up info on it and have to be careful to avoid spoilers.
Haven't really tackled the books, yet, but I did start a Dave Barry that I've been meaning to get to while I was in the waiting room at the urgent care clinic on Saturday.
Other than that, it's just been endless hours of Sims 2. I feel a bit guilty for the sheer amount of time I've spent on that, but it also feels good to just sink into a game again. The last time I really absorbed myself in that was when I was doing AC 3 1/2 years ago. There's something calming about interacting only with fake people. Normally, I crave human contact, but part of what I need this summer is to get back in touch with my own brain, separate from other people, to get myself in the right mindset for fall. I'm still pretty petrified about that, so I want to get myself in the best headspace I can before I go get myself surrounded by perky 18 year olds.
Of course, all this is dependent on whether I get stuck with jury duty. The recording from last week postponed me for today's appointment, so I have to call back after 5 to see if I need to go in tomorrow. I kinda want to do it, but kinda not. I've always wanted that particular experience, but I also don't want it to eat up the 10 weeks I have left before I'm swamped again. Some three-day trial with a ton of evidence and nothing gory would be good. Most of the serious crime here is meth-lab-related, so it'll probably be that.
ETA: Woot! I just called the check-in line and they say I'm "permanently excluded." Somehow, I expected that. Answering "yes" to the questions about "have you or immediate family ever been a victim of a crime" and "have you or immediate family ever been party to civil suit" probably put me in the "only if we're in desperate need of jurors" pile.
I still have a lot of other things dragging me down, too, which are at various levels of treatment, but it really astonishes me how much of a difference this thing has made, in just over a year. I'm a total evangelist for it, now. Snore like a chainsaw, wake up groggy/headachy and sleepy all day? Get checked, man.
The office is now done. Tweaks here and there, and some filing to do, but nothing urgent. Took me a while. I love it in here. The feng shui must be better or something, because it just feels better. Brighter, more open, yet at the same time cozy. maybe it's because I'm in the middle of an airflow path between the door and the window, rather than being tucked in a dark, musty corner. That and the window is south-facing. More light in general, meaning less of my usual SAD-type stuff. I look out from where I sit, and because of the angle, I mostly just see a stand of trees and a few roofs. Not the nasty mini-backyards from the clearcut tract home construction project before. (They cut down an entire greenbelt across the street from us to put in a dozen tightly-packed suburban faux-country clones. Barf.)
The old office is now clear, mostly, and just needs some serious cleaning-type cleaning (hairballs in places I couldn't reach before, etc.) After that comes the tackling of the rest of the house. Which is actually in pretty good shape, really. The two big projects are doing the flowerbed in the back yard and cleaning out the garage. Plus all the little repairs and such. The A/C should be getting installed in a couple of weeks, so I may actually survive August this time. What surprises me is that I've actually been keeping up (by comparison) with housework. Dishes have been getting done, laundry has been getting put away, vacuuming has been done. Normally I detest that stuff, but I guess maybe I'm nesting or something so I don't mind it. It's probably a "spring cleaning" mentality, really. Wanting to fix up the living space, get the old, crusty junk out and have a fresh slate to launch me into the new stage of my life starting in the fall. Normally I do that when I move, but since we're not doing that, I'm making do.
Entertainment count is doing well.
mekle and I have been watching old CSI epis like crazy the last few weeks. So far we've gotten through all of Season 3, most of Season 1 except the last one (which will be tonight's dinner entertainment) and a handful each of 2 and 4. Nothing of 5 yet. So frustrating to want to go look up info on it and have to be careful to avoid spoilers.Haven't really tackled the books, yet, but I did start a Dave Barry that I've been meaning to get to while I was in the waiting room at the urgent care clinic on Saturday.
Other than that, it's just been endless hours of Sims 2. I feel a bit guilty for the sheer amount of time I've spent on that, but it also feels good to just sink into a game again. The last time I really absorbed myself in that was when I was doing AC 3 1/2 years ago. There's something calming about interacting only with fake people. Normally, I crave human contact, but part of what I need this summer is to get back in touch with my own brain, separate from other people, to get myself in the right mindset for fall. I'm still pretty petrified about that, so I want to get myself in the best headspace I can before I go get myself surrounded by perky 18 year olds.
Of course, all this is dependent on whether I get stuck with jury duty. The recording from last week postponed me for today's appointment, so I have to call back after 5 to see if I need to go in tomorrow. I kinda want to do it, but kinda not. I've always wanted that particular experience, but I also don't want it to eat up the 10 weeks I have left before I'm swamped again. Some three-day trial with a ton of evidence and nothing gory would be good. Most of the serious crime here is meth-lab-related, so it'll probably be that.
ETA: Woot! I just called the check-in line and they say I'm "permanently excluded." Somehow, I expected that. Answering "yes" to the questions about "have you or immediate family ever been a victim of a crime" and "have you or immediate family ever been party to civil suit" probably put me in the "only if we're in desperate need of jurors" pile.
