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Sep. 30th, 2008 01:47 pmLots of little stuff that's been collecting for the past few days, dumped in a catch-all post.
This weekend I spent a day going through most of my books doing another harsh purge. (The ones that I would have to clean house to get to? They got put off for another day.) This was hard. And fatiguing. I had to push back on the urge to keep things 'because I might want to re-read them.' I told myself very firmly that once I finished the two shelves of books I hadn't read then I could go to the library. (So books you can't find at the library were saved.) I also got rid of a lot of books that were gifts. I read them, enjoyed them, and was unlikely to read them again. But they were from somebody who was thinking of me. Those and the giants--the collections by Sturgeon, Knight, and Dick. I'm still keeping all the Ellison, I think.
And the irony? This was inspired by a need to make room for new books that were stacked on the floor.
Yay, and also boo.
Last night's gaming session went, so far as I could tell, extremely well. Despite its very best efforts. People didn't spend too much time bored as hell, and I got to shoot a Player Character.
The plot went sideways pretty much from the word 'Go', and I spent the entire time riding it like a bull with its testicles in a clamp. I had at least one of my players eyeball me, and then the clock, wondering if we were going to wrap on time. But once I started shooting, things wrapped up nicely. Not precisely where I'd planned, but at a manageable point nonetheless.
Yay. Pretty exclusively.
Last night I woke up three separate times before the alarm went off. Unfortunately, this is not too far from the norm. It's not making me happy. Yesterday and today I had to fall back on the high octane Red Can of Coke to get through the day. I'd be far less cranky if, on days when I didn't work, I could sleep in. But regardless of how much sleep I've gotten, my body thinks that getting up between seven and eight is mandatory.
Gotta go with a Boo on this one.
The big thing recently. I finally gave up and went back on Lithium. Most of you probably know this. It was a struggle--I didn't really *want* to be back on medication, and I don't particularly like it. I think I'm noticing a difference, though. (I hope it's not just the Coke.) I feel like it's less of a fight to get things done, and so far I haven't had a day where I sighed and said "Everything is such a god damned *effort*."
I don't know what it looks like on the outside, whether anybody else has noticed a difference or not, but I'm hoping that what I'm seeing is real.
I think we can go with a Yay on this one.
This weekend I spent a day going through most of my books doing another harsh purge. (The ones that I would have to clean house to get to? They got put off for another day.) This was hard. And fatiguing. I had to push back on the urge to keep things 'because I might want to re-read them.' I told myself very firmly that once I finished the two shelves of books I hadn't read then I could go to the library. (So books you can't find at the library were saved.) I also got rid of a lot of books that were gifts. I read them, enjoyed them, and was unlikely to read them again. But they were from somebody who was thinking of me. Those and the giants--the collections by Sturgeon, Knight, and Dick. I'm still keeping all the Ellison, I think.
And the irony? This was inspired by a need to make room for new books that were stacked on the floor.
Yay, and also boo.
Last night's gaming session went, so far as I could tell, extremely well. Despite its very best efforts. People didn't spend too much time bored as hell, and I got to shoot a Player Character.
The plot went sideways pretty much from the word 'Go', and I spent the entire time riding it like a bull with its testicles in a clamp. I had at least one of my players eyeball me, and then the clock, wondering if we were going to wrap on time. But once I started shooting, things wrapped up nicely. Not precisely where I'd planned, but at a manageable point nonetheless.
Yay. Pretty exclusively.
Last night I woke up three separate times before the alarm went off. Unfortunately, this is not too far from the norm. It's not making me happy. Yesterday and today I had to fall back on the high octane Red Can of Coke to get through the day. I'd be far less cranky if, on days when I didn't work, I could sleep in. But regardless of how much sleep I've gotten, my body thinks that getting up between seven and eight is mandatory.
Gotta go with a Boo on this one.
The big thing recently. I finally gave up and went back on Lithium. Most of you probably know this. It was a struggle--I didn't really *want* to be back on medication, and I don't particularly like it. I think I'm noticing a difference, though. (I hope it's not just the Coke.) I feel like it's less of a fight to get things done, and so far I haven't had a day where I sighed and said "Everything is such a god damned *effort*."
I don't know what it looks like on the outside, whether anybody else has noticed a difference or not, but I'm hoping that what I'm seeing is real.
I think we can go with a Yay on this one.
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Date: 2008-09-30 10:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-01 02:43 am (UTC)This happens to me every night unless I take an Ambien, (which I rarely do because I've heard it's addictive.) I'm fully awake within about 30 seconds. So sometimes I get up and grab a late-night snack or just listen to a little music until I fall back asleep.
Good Luck with the Lithium thing. I have to talk with my shrink about a medication change.
Stressful times.
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Date: 2008-10-01 03:21 am (UTC)