And just when it is prime time to kick things into high gear, and speed into overtime, humanity hits…., and you end up exhausted and barely able to get yourself off the floor to go shower and get in a bed…
Sometimes, like in that movie where the girl passes out on her wedding day from it, menstruation just plain sucks at timing…
Or, perhaps, the world synched up with my body to force me into taking a bit of a break, into taking things slowly for a couple days, so I would chill out and refresh myself a bit…
P.S. My childhood best friend and her girlfriends shared with me in middle school how they used the name George to reference menstruation – Have you seen George lately? (I think you might be leaking.), George said you had something for me? (Do you have a pad or tampon?), etc.
I wanted to go read, because I didn’t want to think about what to write…,
But then I thought about how I would be thinking all along in the back of my mind about things I could use for writing, as well as maintaining that semi-constant reminder that also resides back there to make sure I write before I go to bed…
And so I came and sat down on my magical handmade chair… thing – I think it’s possibly a stool, technically, and “magical” just felt right, because it is special to me, not because it is a regular Hermione Granger or anything of the sort – and picked up the little phone – “little” being totally relative, because it is definitely not Zoolander sized, but it also is loads smaller than the first many versions of phones, as well as the most recent iPad-type mobile phones – here to write something…
Apparently this is what I ended up writing for tonight – and “For Tonight” is the name of a musical that is about to have its world premier here in Houston(!)… 😛
I have to give a 20-minute presentation tomorrow on a 15-20-page paper I haven’t yet written, the research for which I have only just tonight begun reading… and had to stop reading, because money (aka real) work last night went so late that I didn’t get enough sleep to be at a level of quality functioning today…
I imagine I’ll manage something decent for the presentation, but ugh, this being exhausted so often and having to do work I don’t particularly want to do is just really exhausting. 😛
No wonder I feel ill.
P.S. I am a long-time procrastinator, so the last-minute work is nothing new – just the exhaustion from other stresses and whatnot combined with the procrastination is new and stressful.
I feel like some people are just destined to sleep early at night, and some to sleep late at night.
I am one of the latter.
Tonight, as a fifth-day support – for I have had now five days in a row that have ended similarly late, though without previous expectation, and each with a different, outside-of-myself reason for it – for this belief, I spent three-ish hours (more than that, actually) on the phone with an old friend, who had reached out, somewhat out of the blue, in desire to talk for a while, despite the late hour.
Now, here I am, even later than the other nights, finally going to sleep just before three in the morning, even though I was prepping for bed at nine something this evening. 😛
I’m just destined to get to sleep late at night, it seems.
I did awesome stuff today. And I am very tired. And I really don’t feel like writing right now.
I sorted through almost an entire box of old papers today. I left out about two inches worth of spirals and papers, because I knew they specifically had loads of content I would want to peruse (and possibly photograph) somewhat thoroughly. And it was exhausting. However, I lay down sideways for a minute or two on my bed, and then got to work on another box of mixed stuff. I pulled out a few things for donation, more for trash, and loads for recycling. There’s still a good chunk of papers left in this box, however, that is only about 8% of what was in the box earlier today.
All-in-all, I am quite satisfied with the progress I made today on my clearing out, cleaning, and organizing task. It is suddenly as though an entire half of my room is in spectacular condition (while the other half has mediocre cleanliness and clutter, as well as several boxes of apartment stuff). After having the entire room be a storage room, in which one could barely walk to get to the twin mattress on the floor, this is spectacular. 😛 Just in case you didn’t know how things were in here before.
Anyway…, I want to finish out that last 8% of the one box tomorrow, and play with the glass ball I found in it. And yes, the glass ball is made for playing with it. It isn’t a fortune-telling object, nor is it decoration (intentionally). It is for playing. And I am greatly looking forward to doing so with it. 🙂
Some days, staying awake 12 hours can feel like the longest, most exhausting day of one’s life.