life is good

think the rougher bits are over. the part where everything seemed to be going wrong. and this is coming from an lbg whose current status is severely sleepless, in significant debt to the state that i’m currently living in, tons of work to do, an empty tank, finals approaching, flaking out on friends, and, well, i’m hungry.

that wasn’t supposed to be a list of complaints, but since it headed in that direction i threw that last one on because i have a while before i get to eat. currently waiting for my last obligation - last real obligation - of the day to begin. it comes with dinner. i’m hoping a warm one. my last meeting got out early so i have time to, you know, work on that huge essay due, my thesis, my life, etc, but i’m so cracked out right now that i can barely handle checking my email. and so i blog.

apparently i can’t nap. i mean it’s no big shock that i’m not good at falling asleep any time that it’s appropriate to be sleeping, but i thought surely, with all the (admittedly self-inflicted in last night’s case) lack of sleep going on i thought napping would be inevitable. instead i layed around useless for a loong part of the day and then gave up and ran my little heart out for 20 minutes so that i had enough energy to make it to these meetings. i hate breathing in the cold air when i run.

began the week by oversleeping triathalon training by 5 minutes, running to the pool after taking 1 sip of water, jumping in to catch up (b/c swimming is the one thing i can do), and then throwing my shoes and clothes back on to go run. it was transition practice. it was 40 degrees. i was soaking wet and dressed in my summer running clothes b/c they were closest to me on the floor wondering why everyone else had hats, scarves, sweatshirts, etc. - apparently you get dressed up really warmly to run when it’s below 40, etc - but no one told me that. i know it’s called ‘triathalon training’ not ‘intro to triathalon’, but help a sister out. my snot was turning to icicle and i got back to the room hacking up a lung.

i proceeded to OD on vitamin c, zinc, free samples of immune-boosting pills from whole foods, and whatever else i found in my little medicine drawer and headed to econ. my roomate and ra told me i sounded pathetic. and fine, i did, but 4 billion grams of vitamin later, i’ve barely got a sniffle.

think i’m gonna head to the sports store this weekend and ask them to keep me warm.

Y says “you’ve always had a low threshold for sleeping”. which i got a kick out of: 1. b/c you know he pronounced it ‘treshhold’ and 2. b/c i’m not sure quite what that means but i agree - OR, disagree angrily now that i think about it.. hmmm…
he’s good in my life again. he needed time. as *everyone* told me would happen. think i’ll give in and admit i don’t know what’s best w/ this one situation. but only this one.

i’m in a hillel building and the staff all left an hour ago. this is the best place to study *ever*. too bad i’m not. maybe there’s food…maybe i could find the thermostat before the seminar starts…