you can sleep when you're dead....
May. 12th, 2005 03:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
millariI am dumb for being up this late. It makes me do stupid, impulsive things. This, I know.
I have realized that I have spent the last 2.5 hours on the Internet, looking for replacement screens for my PDA, instead of going to sleep, like a sane person. That's a sign of me being seriously ADD-posessed. I'm going to be so fucked tomorrow. I almost feel like I should just stay awake the rest of the night and get ahead of tomorrow's game. I'm also just unfucked up enough to understand that this is crazy talk.
My PDA is now officially old enough that Palm won't repair it anymore. It's useless. No one sells replacement screens that I've seen. I feel bad to throw it out, but the screen's cracked and I can't seem to get another one. I impulsively spent 16 bucks on a PDA on Ebay that is just about as old as my broken one. This was most likely a dumb, impulsive sleep-addled decision, but I figure if it is truly the same level as my old one, it will be okay. Maybe at some point, I'll regret not just getting a nice new one with cooler features, but really, how many features do I need on an organizer, right?
I cling to the idea that things were better with the ADD when I had the electronic thing to beep at me and remind me of its existence. My paper planner can't do that and I forget to look a lot of the time, so it's useless to me whenever I don't. Plus it's bulky and a pain to carry around. I almost made it to calling the doctor today to make an appointment to talk about meds. Maybe tomorrow. I've been really scared by the fact that I nearly had a communication meltdown at work on Monday. I have a hard time remembering the details of conversations.
My day went by with the speed of a cheetah, but not necessarily the grace. I barely noticed the time go by, except when ensnared in the land of tedious desktop publishing. I really need to plan lessons ahead this weekend. It's the only way for me not to feel crazy.
The diet week started off with total insanity, and has since mellowed out to occasional infractions. My big victory has been the decision not to just say "fuck it" completely. And tomorrow, there is always exercise with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sydneycat
If I can stand up by then.
Ok, I need to go collect GF from the tv, lie down and not get enough sleep.
Bonne nuit
I have realized that I have spent the last 2.5 hours on the Internet, looking for replacement screens for my PDA, instead of going to sleep, like a sane person. That's a sign of me being seriously ADD-posessed. I'm going to be so fucked tomorrow. I almost feel like I should just stay awake the rest of the night and get ahead of tomorrow's game. I'm also just unfucked up enough to understand that this is crazy talk.
My PDA is now officially old enough that Palm won't repair it anymore. It's useless. No one sells replacement screens that I've seen. I feel bad to throw it out, but the screen's cracked and I can't seem to get another one. I impulsively spent 16 bucks on a PDA on Ebay that is just about as old as my broken one. This was most likely a dumb, impulsive sleep-addled decision, but I figure if it is truly the same level as my old one, it will be okay. Maybe at some point, I'll regret not just getting a nice new one with cooler features, but really, how many features do I need on an organizer, right?
I cling to the idea that things were better with the ADD when I had the electronic thing to beep at me and remind me of its existence. My paper planner can't do that and I forget to look a lot of the time, so it's useless to me whenever I don't. Plus it's bulky and a pain to carry around. I almost made it to calling the doctor today to make an appointment to talk about meds. Maybe tomorrow. I've been really scared by the fact that I nearly had a communication meltdown at work on Monday. I have a hard time remembering the details of conversations.
My day went by with the speed of a cheetah, but not necessarily the grace. I barely noticed the time go by, except when ensnared in the land of tedious desktop publishing. I really need to plan lessons ahead this weekend. It's the only way for me not to feel crazy.
The diet week started off with total insanity, and has since mellowed out to occasional infractions. My big victory has been the decision not to just say "fuck it" completely. And tomorrow, there is always exercise with
sydneycatIf I can stand up by then.
Ok, I need to go collect GF from the tv, lie down and not get enough sleep.
Bonne nuit
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Date: 2005-05-12 01:24 pm (UTC)We can take it easy today if you want...after all I'm getting *plenty* of workout moving things to the apartment each day. BTW....if you'd be willing to help with that I'd be *SO* grateful...especially if you could persuade your other half to let us borrow the van.... :-) OH! And my mom was *gushing* the other day about how amazingly helpful you were when I moved from Northampton. Your really were wonder woman! HUGS!
Syd