I somehow turned off

I somehow turned off commenting ability and in my quick glancing around at the blogger settings, I don't see where I did that.  I'm sure it is fairly obvious, but I am just exhausted right now.  Sorry legions of followers I have picked up in the past two days - you'll have to wait to make your comments.

My partner and I (have not yet selected a pseudonym for him and my decision-making ability is currently impaired) are both participating in our friends' wedding in another state on Friday, with rehearsal on Thursday afternoon.  This week has thus far consisted of back-to-back 11 hour work days and running errands.  We're leaving after work today and I'm not really relishing the thought of driving into the wee hours of the morning, but I know the ceremony and reception are going to be a great celebration of our friends.

I watched part of this Nova episode while eating dinner on Monday and it seems to have caused my dreams to ramp into overdrive.  About 10 years ago I started having really frequent nightmares.  They are a lot better today, but for about six years they were occurring almost every night.  Around this same time, I started becoming a lot more likely to talk in my sleep, sometimes with my eyes open.  Once I was taking a nap with a boyfriend, after which we stayed in bed and started talking and eventually got into a full-on fight.  I have zero memory of this, but apparently I was insisting that all of the batteries in the world would go dead on the same day (what?) and was getting so mad that the boyfriend was disagreeing with me.  It actually got to the point of hysterical crying before the boyfriend realized I was still sleeping and forced me to sit up.  I woke up as soon as I sat up, and was so confused.  Awaking in the middle of a panic attack while crying, with someone looking at you like you are crazy, is not the best way to come out of a nap.

Well, we've reached the end of this entry and I just want you all to know that I'm currently wearing a Snuggie.  Be jealous.

There is a cycle

There is a cycle that I frequently go through at work.  In the first part of the cycle, I work much longer than required, coming in early and/or leaving late every day, working through lunch, whipping determinedly through my to-do list, over-scheduling my work days.  This all begins with great energy and determination, peaks in a high of feeling extremely capable, and then ends with me grimly plowing through the rest of my to-do list.  Then comes phase two, where I briefly feel so sick of work and I do a lot of procrastinating.  Obviously a more balanced approach would be preferable, but since the career I hope to attain in the relatively near future is much more task-based, requiring one to arrive and leave at a certain time, and since I am more often in the working hard rather than in the slacking phase, I’m not too worried about it.

Anyway, right now I’m in the sleepy, slacker phase of the cycle.  I’ve been thinking about creating a blog for awhile, so I figured there could be no better time than during this period of work procrastination.

When I was younger I was really into reading any youth/young adult spooky ghost or alien-themed books.  There was one book that is very faint in my memory, but one part that I can remember is that a boy was aboard an alien ship (abducted?) and while he was asleep they fixed his eyes so he didn’t need glasses and somehow treated all his muscles so his whole body felt perfectly aligned and refreshed.  I don’t know if this just made a big impression on my young mind or what, but 18 years later I still think about this frequently.  I feel an urge for someone to take out my teeth and rub my gums.  To take apart my skin, muscle, and bones, and massage each of them separately. I know in reality this would result in extreme pain and then death, but I can’t help thinking that if some benevolent, super-intelligent aliens could do this without harming me (while at the same time using some sort of telepathy that makes me feel totally assured and relaxed), it would be so great.

Feels like I should wrap this post up somehow, but I’ve got nothing.