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Jan. 6th, 2020 10:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeSaturday I had to teach two newcomers to class since Groot wasn't there and neither were the mini Guardians, the family that's been coming to class the last couple months, and it was a bit nerve-wracking but I think it went off well despite me not being physically capable of going for that long. After that the boy picked me up and we got food and my papasan cushion. Which matches the blanket my Mom got for me. Well done, me.
But then I got home. Napped. Got up, watched the last of Sense8, cried as I do at that ending because it was a good ending, did a little work and went back to bed. Sunday, for no goddamn reason that I can discover, I woke up after about six hours of sleep and did all of the things. A lot of cleaning, a fair bit of writing, large batches of cooking, guitar practice, putting some things away. I kept expecting to hit a point where I had to sit down and nap, but no, there was no nap, there was only doing things. And then I went to bed at around my usual time to go to bed, a little after because I'd gotten caught up in guitar music, and I woke up six hours later and before my alarm went off. Why? I don't know why.
And now I am exhausted at work and might conceivably pass out again. I already napped for fifteen minutes on the shipping cart. It's a wood and metal cart. It's not a matter of, I lay down and it was so comfortable I dozed off, I was so tired I just sat down and tipped over and napped.
I kind of want to nap when I get home but also I have gotten only day job work done today, because there was a lot of day job work and I was so tired I wanted to double and triple check everything before I sent it off. And now I'm just sitting here typing this with a very zoned out look on my face and I have not written a thing. I could probably manage some retyping. If I nap, though, well. I have to make dinner, even if right now that just means boiling pasta. I have to sew on a button. I have writing and edits to do, guitar practice to do, I could go to bed early but ... bleh, I don't know. I guess I'll take it hour by hour and see when I pass out. And hope I don't wake up six hours later.
This isn't even me being foolish and trying to do too much. This is just my body having decided Six Hours Only. What the entire hell.
But then I got home. Napped. Got up, watched the last of Sense8, cried as I do at that ending because it was a good ending, did a little work and went back to bed. Sunday, for no goddamn reason that I can discover, I woke up after about six hours of sleep and did all of the things. A lot of cleaning, a fair bit of writing, large batches of cooking, guitar practice, putting some things away. I kept expecting to hit a point where I had to sit down and nap, but no, there was no nap, there was only doing things. And then I went to bed at around my usual time to go to bed, a little after because I'd gotten caught up in guitar music, and I woke up six hours later and before my alarm went off. Why? I don't know why.
And now I am exhausted at work and might conceivably pass out again. I already napped for fifteen minutes on the shipping cart. It's a wood and metal cart. It's not a matter of, I lay down and it was so comfortable I dozed off, I was so tired I just sat down and tipped over and napped.
I kind of want to nap when I get home but also I have gotten only day job work done today, because there was a lot of day job work and I was so tired I wanted to double and triple check everything before I sent it off. And now I'm just sitting here typing this with a very zoned out look on my face and I have not written a thing. I could probably manage some retyping. If I nap, though, well. I have to make dinner, even if right now that just means boiling pasta. I have to sew on a button. I have writing and edits to do, guitar practice to do, I could go to bed early but ... bleh, I don't know. I guess I'll take it hour by hour and see when I pass out. And hope I don't wake up six hours later.
This isn't even me being foolish and trying to do too much. This is just my body having decided Six Hours Only. What the entire hell.