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Twice in two weeks now I've had really bad insomnia. Like, not being able to sleep all night insomnia. In the past, I was the kind of person who maybe was awake for a few hours, and probably drifting in and out during that time and not realizing this. Not this time.
Both times, I think it was medication. The first time was when I was upped on my anti-depressants. This time, it was my anti-biotics. I hit one of the side effects that the doctor told me to stop taking the medicine for (achy muscles/joints). There was nothing I could do, since I'd already taken the damn pill, so I just suffered and ached. Fell into sleep around four-thirty. I still don't feel well, and I've got stuff to do. I don't think I'll be making the "No on Prop 8" visibility thing. I feel incredibly guilty, like I'm wimping out, but, logically, I know I don't need to be standing on a busy street corner for three hours while traffic is booming by in the hot sun with a sinus infection I have to stop antibiotics for the next day.
I'm just full of excuses.
The good news is I finished Odd Thomas by Dean Koontz. I got to listen to him speak about it at Comic Con. I've read one of his novels and enjoyed it, but I guess not enough to pursue him further. But the way he spoke about the novel made me really want to read it. It was like one of those magic/spiritual type experiences where it just came to him, flowing out. Odd, the character, is wonderful. Humble and honest and just so good. I highly recommend the book.
My favorite line: We are not strangers to ourselves; we only try to be
I'm not sure why that line resonates so deeply with me, but I love it. I want to pain it all over my walls.
I'm considering writing him a letter. Or going down to Newport Beach and stalking him (just kidding; I'm not good at meeting people). But, yeah. Two thumbs up.
Also, don't decide to print something out at three in the morning and you haven't turned on the lights in your writing area. I did that last night and printed over my novel. Not a big deal, just a waste of paper. *sigh*
Also, Brycee is obsessed with the computer. We fought over it last night, and when I went to bed, taking her with me, she ran back into the living room, turned it on, and laid on it. She keeps opening different programs, sits next to me, watching me type, and watches the screen. I swear to God, it's her next step in taking over the world: master the computer.
Both times, I think it was medication. The first time was when I was upped on my anti-depressants. This time, it was my anti-biotics. I hit one of the side effects that the doctor told me to stop taking the medicine for (achy muscles/joints). There was nothing I could do, since I'd already taken the damn pill, so I just suffered and ached. Fell into sleep around four-thirty. I still don't feel well, and I've got stuff to do. I don't think I'll be making the "No on Prop 8" visibility thing. I feel incredibly guilty, like I'm wimping out, but, logically, I know I don't need to be standing on a busy street corner for three hours while traffic is booming by in the hot sun with a sinus infection I have to stop antibiotics for the next day.
I'm just full of excuses.
The good news is I finished Odd Thomas by Dean Koontz. I got to listen to him speak about it at Comic Con. I've read one of his novels and enjoyed it, but I guess not enough to pursue him further. But the way he spoke about the novel made me really want to read it. It was like one of those magic/spiritual type experiences where it just came to him, flowing out. Odd, the character, is wonderful. Humble and honest and just so good. I highly recommend the book.
My favorite line: We are not strangers to ourselves; we only try to be
I'm not sure why that line resonates so deeply with me, but I love it. I want to pain it all over my walls.
I'm considering writing him a letter. Or going down to Newport Beach and stalking him (just kidding; I'm not good at meeting people). But, yeah. Two thumbs up.
Also, don't decide to print something out at three in the morning and you haven't turned on the lights in your writing area. I did that last night and printed over my novel. Not a big deal, just a waste of paper. *sigh*
Also, Brycee is obsessed with the computer. We fought over it last night, and when I went to bed, taking her with me, she ran back into the living room, turned it on, and laid on it. She keeps opening different programs, sits next to me, watching me type, and watches the screen. I swear to God, it's her next step in taking over the world: master the computer.
