Sleepless night again
Sep. 30th, 2004 11:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
parasitegirlWell, I had no coffee today but I still can't get to sleep.
My hands are pretty sore. Tomorrow is a big day at our school, local teachers, ALT's and members of the board of education will be crowding into our English class room to watch me teach my favorite students, the first graders of homeroom #1. This class includes the ADHD cutie, CryBug ( who started sniffling today when he learned that the gym tests had run overtime so there wouldn't be time for my art class this week) and the girl who speaks English better than most of the teachers (she told me, "I'm looking forward to enjoying your class tomorrow.") In preparation for this special event I was taken out of homeroom rotation and given the whole day to prepare things. Halloween decorations for the class, three pages of illustrations for another teacher's presentation on English games, 10 bear finger puppets, and one test run of the class with a different homeroom.
Did I mention I get my own assistant starting next week?
I now have something called the Seven Steps stuck in my head. I am 29 years old and I have a counting song stuck in my head.
And I decided that I couldn't leave well enough alone on the Frankenbra, so I added a whole row of beads and coins. It's all jingling and stuff.
I've been dancing to my two songs every day. When I can't sleep, I do another run through.
This post sounds a little manic, but anyone who has ever lived with me can vouch, manic isn't really my problem.
I realize that despite the fact that things are busy for me, overwhelming really, I'm not feeling the level of exhaustion that I would normally expect. It's still a good tired. But in preparation for the dwindling daylight, I have begun using my damned lightbox 30 minutes each morning ( during coffee, omelet, and email.) I always feel foolish. I don't like being so tied to the sun ( I'm a woman, lunatic luna I can deal with...but sun?) Me and my human mood incubator. My loving box of light and wires. This wire mother doesn't even HAVE a nipple...but I feel more absurd when I don't use the box and I don't excercise and then it sneaks up on me and BAM there I am ruining a good date (or hanging out with friends) with a bizare burst of unwarrented and highly uncharacteristic winter SAD tears.
Lemme take another wack at sleep.
Nighty night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite.
My hands are pretty sore. Tomorrow is a big day at our school, local teachers, ALT's and members of the board of education will be crowding into our English class room to watch me teach my favorite students, the first graders of homeroom #1. This class includes the ADHD cutie, CryBug ( who started sniffling today when he learned that the gym tests had run overtime so there wouldn't be time for my art class this week) and the girl who speaks English better than most of the teachers (she told me, "I'm looking forward to enjoying your class tomorrow.") In preparation for this special event I was taken out of homeroom rotation and given the whole day to prepare things. Halloween decorations for the class, three pages of illustrations for another teacher's presentation on English games, 10 bear finger puppets, and one test run of the class with a different homeroom.
Did I mention I get my own assistant starting next week?
I now have something called the Seven Steps stuck in my head. I am 29 years old and I have a counting song stuck in my head.
And I decided that I couldn't leave well enough alone on the Frankenbra, so I added a whole row of beads and coins. It's all jingling and stuff.
I've been dancing to my two songs every day. When I can't sleep, I do another run through.
This post sounds a little manic, but anyone who has ever lived with me can vouch, manic isn't really my problem.
I realize that despite the fact that things are busy for me, overwhelming really, I'm not feeling the level of exhaustion that I would normally expect. It's still a good tired. But in preparation for the dwindling daylight, I have begun using my damned lightbox 30 minutes each morning ( during coffee, omelet, and email.) I always feel foolish. I don't like being so tied to the sun ( I'm a woman, lunatic luna I can deal with...but sun?) Me and my human mood incubator. My loving box of light and wires. This wire mother doesn't even HAVE a nipple...but I feel more absurd when I don't use the box and I don't excercise and then it sneaks up on me and BAM there I am ruining a good date (or hanging out with friends) with a bizare burst of unwarrented and highly uncharacteristic winter SAD tears.
Lemme take another wack at sleep.
Nighty night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite.
