It appears that I got more sun at the pool than I thought. Maybe it’s a good thing that my parents turned up the air conditioning after all. I wouldn’t have said that five minutes ago, but five minutes ago I hadn’t realized that I was sunburned. And we’re going to the beach tomorrow, which is another fine opportunity to get sunburned. Can’t wait.
In other news, IUP beat the hell up on Cheyney today, winning 49-0. I couldn’t watch the game, of course, and I probably wouldn’t even if I could, but I can check the final score on ESPN’s ScoreCenter app, which is really damn cool.
For the second day in a row I got out of bed at 5 AM because I was wide awake due to not having slept at all. I spent the only two productive hours of my day (from 5 to 7) cleaning my inboxes and listening to (vinyl) records. I was so exhausted after those strenuous two hours that I spent the rest of the day on my couch.
The only real difference between yesterday and today is that instead of taking one ill-advised nap I took two. The first one started at 9-something in the morning. I took a nap at 9-something in the morning! Granted, I’d been out of bed for four hours (and awake since my last nap ended at 11 PM), but it just feels so wrong to take a three-hour nap at 9 AM. At least my second nap (which ended at 9 PM) was only an hour long.
This is not a good pattern, but I don’t see it ending any time soon. Awesome.
And I can prove it.
I put a lot of work in last night and got my 300+ unread emails done to 10 or so. So what did I do today? I completely ignored my inboxes so my unread email count has jumped back up to 40+. Why did I ignore my email tonight? I have no idea. And I know that half of the emails will be junk (ads and whatnot) that I can just delete, yet I chose to ignore the email. Three hundred unread emails, here I come.
Plus, I really should have gotten in the shower an hour ago. But I didn’t; I chose to play on the Internet for an hour and then, suddenly, it was 11. And I don’t want to take a shower at 11, so I have to go to bed now so that I don’t want to kill myself when my alarm goes off at 5. (And this dumb decision looks even worse when one considers that the Phillies game was over before 10. Cliff Lee was dealing again tonight. And thank God for that.)
I’m currently devouring Ivin’s spiced wafers like it’s my job. Which would be great (’cause they’re delicious) except I know better than to eat at 11 PM if I’m not going to follow it up with dancing or the like. Plus, I’d already eaten enough calories for the day before this urge to get a “midnight” snack hit. Yeah, I went downstairs to get a couple of crackers and then I was ravenous. I chased the crackers with a bowl of cereal. And then I needed to eat all of the Ivin’s.
This is why I try to avoid buying snacks most of the time. (And possibly cereal, as well.) My willpower only lasts for so long, y’know? But if I don’t have anything fun in the house, then I can’t eat anything fun. I plan to use this to my advantage with my resolution to give up soda.
And now my stomach is all, “why the hell did you eat all that?” Blah.
I knew staying up past 1 AM to write yesterday’s post was a bad idea. To be fair, though, turning my alarm off this morning was worse. In the end, it was almost 3 PM by the time I finally got out of bed.
That’s not to say that I slept for a solid 14 hours or anything. For one thing, it seemed like it took forever for me to fall asleep last night even though I went to bed late. For another, there were times before 3 PM when I was wide awake but unwilling to get out of bed, so I’d just lie there until I fell back asleep.
The main reason I’m bummed about this morning’s decision to ignore the purpose of my alarm clock is that I’d been doing so well about getting up with my alarm. It was a big deal to me because I’m notoriously bad at getting up when my alarm goes off, but I’d been doing really well since at least early December. That’s not to say that I haven’t fought myself sometimes, but I always decided that I’d feel better if I got up than I would if I ignored the alarm. Until today, that is.
Oh well. I just have to try again tomorrow. Wish me luck.
Well, spring break is over. In some ways this is a very good thing. For instance, things will actually have to get done, so I will be able to force myself to do them.
This past week was such a waste. (Except for yesterday, obviously.) I never really expected to accomplish anything during spring break, but I also didn’t expect to completely trash all of the good habits I had been cultivating. Sadly, I can blame all of the sleeping in (and the subsequent bad decisions) of the past week on one decision: starting The Hunger Games last Saturday afternoon. I don’t regret reading the book, obviously, but I do regret when I started reading it. I’d had the book for 2.5 months (got it with a Christmas gift card), I couldn’t have waited another two days to start it? My plan since I’d gotten the book was to read it over spring break (because I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to put it down) but then for some reason I decided not to wait until spring break. Blah.
Oh well. Live and learn, right? At least there’s nothing due this week. Hopefully I didn’t screw myself over too badly 🙂
I almost wish I had gotten blackout drunk a couple of times over the past week, though. At least then I wouldn’t feel quite so responsible for wasting my own time. And, y’know, drinking is fun. And yesterday afternoon reminded me of just how desperately I need some fun in my life.
Okay, this is getting maudlin. Time to stop.