a worrywart is born
i've always known that i was an insomniac. even my mom regales me with stories about me being a night owl when i was but a little girl.
however, my insomnia has been thrown to a completely new level. it's 0330AM. an hour ago, i was sleepy, so i tried to sleep. i can't sleep without thinking about something, like visualizing in my head what i'll do the next day. but lately, these visual "to do" lists have becoming more and more stressful. today, i kept thinking about my thesis, and how there is less than 3 weeks to go. i mentally scheduled the things i have to do. in the end, i had to get up and put it in a calendar (which, by the way, i slaved over making: you should see it, it's beautiful).
i always knew i had an organized streak in me, but this is ridiculous. this weekend alone, to simply be able to work on my thesis, i rearranged my whole room so that i don't have to work facing the wall. and then, i worked on this calendar made out of cartolina and letter envelopes (my dad said it was impractical for me to waste my time making it).
the thing is, i didn't feel that i could work if i didn't do these things. organized streaks be damned. i never knew i could be this anal.
and now, i'm up, and i can't sleep. i have around 2 hours before i have to get up!
well, hell. if i'm going to lose some sleep, better lose it for a good cause. if i don't fall asleep in the next two hours, i'll be working my ass off either for sir jason moss or for sir rofel brion.
whoopee.
however, my insomnia has been thrown to a completely new level. it's 0330AM. an hour ago, i was sleepy, so i tried to sleep. i can't sleep without thinking about something, like visualizing in my head what i'll do the next day. but lately, these visual "to do" lists have becoming more and more stressful. today, i kept thinking about my thesis, and how there is less than 3 weeks to go. i mentally scheduled the things i have to do. in the end, i had to get up and put it in a calendar (which, by the way, i slaved over making: you should see it, it's beautiful).
i always knew i had an organized streak in me, but this is ridiculous. this weekend alone, to simply be able to work on my thesis, i rearranged my whole room so that i don't have to work facing the wall. and then, i worked on this calendar made out of cartolina and letter envelopes (my dad said it was impractical for me to waste my time making it).
the thing is, i didn't feel that i could work if i didn't do these things. organized streaks be damned. i never knew i could be this anal.
and now, i'm up, and i can't sleep. i have around 2 hours before i have to get up!
well, hell. if i'm going to lose some sleep, better lose it for a good cause. if i don't fall asleep in the next two hours, i'll be working my ass off either for sir jason moss or for sir rofel brion.
whoopee.
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