Since my birthday, my on again, off again insomnia has taken a new and interesting turn. Instead of just having issues falling asleep, I now also have issues staying asleep. For the last week or so, five to six hours after I finally manage to pass out I'm horribly, painfully awake. Nothing external is waking me up, not that I can determine.
My mother advises something must be bothering me to mess with my sleep so much...well yeah, my twitchy nature means that pretty much all of the time something or other is poking at the anxiety-ridden part of my brain. That would be why I racked up the quality therapy time when I was younger, and why there are medications in the bathroom. Most of the time it's irrelevant stuff that I know is irrelevant that my brain just won't let go. I give way more thought than necessary to such oh-so-important issues such as what combination of flour to use in my bread dough for the week, or where the heck my Murphy's Oil Soap has managed to go, or working over my personal finances in my head, or how it took people so long to work out things like Plumpy'nut. (Plumpy'nut is awesome by the way. Fortified peanut butter for malnourished children.) The resulting noise clanking around in my head been a constant as far back as I can recall, and I've still never had issues staying asleep before. My frustration is best explained as "arg." I like sleep, dangit!
Other things that have been going on, in list form because my brain is all fuzzy:
-Allergy shots! Three injections, twice a week. Turns out I really am allergic to the world. Phobia of needles is still going strong, but my hatred of migraines is stronger.
-Rampant homesickness the last few weeks. Contrary to the impression I apparently have been giving off, this does not mean I'm about to pack up my toys and go back to the MittenState. It does mean I want to go visit though.
-Finally caved after far too long and bought myself some tasty Harmony interchangable circular needles from KnitPicks. (This is not exciting unless you're a knitter.)
-Patio-garden is well underway. Herbs, tomatoes, strawberries...and some purty flowers, including some lilies from Michigan that seem to be thriving here. I can relate to them.
-Parents came for my birthday. It was awesome. I miss them terribly, but I have no regrets about relocating.
Other stuff has been going on, but nothing to broadcast to the interwebs about. Why yes, that is why I've not had much to write on here lately. That and my spontaniously-developed social life. Anyhow...yes. Fluffy happy-sounding music to the rescue! Puppet-video actually made by one of the artist-types who've created EvelynEvelyn, which just makes this so much better for me. I mean c'mon...puppets! And fictional conjoined twins!
I should be spending some quality time with Photoshop, wading through the hundred-odd photos I need to pare down, clean up, and upload from the last few months. Unfortunately I've not slept properly in a week or so and I can't focus well enough. Or make myself care enough. Apparently at least some part of me feels my time is better spent flopped on my couch alternately getting upset at the Showtime series Spartacus via Netflix and trying to learn some chords and Zelda's Lullaby on the mandolin. (At this point I would like to be girlie for a moment and state that my boyfriend may be awesome and encouraging and dude, mandolin.)