Random Ramblings

For a long time, I've known that my body has a particular reaction to stressful events: it won't let me sleep. I've long come to expect that the day before I start a new job, have an important interview, or whatever, I won't be able to sleep for most of the night. Even "good" stressors, like moving into my own apartment, cause a similar reaction.

I didn't think GMing would do it.

Today I'm co-GMing a Paranoia: High Programmers game. It'll be the first time I'm GMing since my Dawson days, where my entire career as a GM lasted two sessions of a particularly ill-fated Lord of the Rings game. Since then, I've been content to play and let other people run. But when my friend Eric mentioned the prospect of co-hosting a Paranoia game, I was hooked. We've got a good story (mostly shamelessly stolen from the book), good props, a timeline... everything should be a ton of fun.

Yet my body decided that this was a stressful enough event that it kept me up all night. I went to bed at 12:30, *nearly* got to sleep, and then was awake. I looked at my clock -- 2:30. Marc came to bed around 4:00. He'd been sleeping in the other room and hadn't wanted to disturb me. We talked a bit about my new character until 4:30, when I realized I was absolutely not tired, not even a little bit.

I got some warm milk, read some Neil Gaiman. Still nothing. Finally, I resorted to taking a shower and lay down in the guest bedroom around 5:30, having reset my alarm to 10:00. I think I finally fell asleep somewhere around 6:00.

And now I'm awake again. I get the feeling today will be a day where I require caffeine in a form stronger than tea, which really doesn't happen very much. Bring on the cappuccino! (Random thought: mixing Tim Hortons hot chocolate and French-vanilla cappuccino -- brilliant or folly?)

Edited to add: And 30 seconds after posting, as I'm pulling out my bagel for breakfast, the building's fire alarm goes off. Turns out my down-the-hall neighbor "has a cold" and couldn't smell the smoke. It's out now. Yay, morning excitement.

For the last few weeks, Marc and I have been having a wonderful time sleeping in. I've been slowly shifting my wake-up time from 8:00-ish to 10:00-ish, and Marc's been sleeping in even later than me.

Today we're having breakfast with his family, necessitating a 7:45 wake-up. Starting on Tuesday, I'm gonna have to wake up at 6:45 every weekday in order to get to my classes on time.

I don't like this, Pinky. I don't like this a lot.

Stupid waking up before sunrise...

Wound up chatting with Andrew until 5:30 or so, woke up at 9:30. Dreamed of the game, unsurprisingly.

Now I've got an hour and a half until the train.

I think I'm sleep-deprived. Also full of ideas for stories.

For some reason, I kept waking up every hour or so last night. I have no idea why, but it's really annoying.

Alas, such is the way of my body on occasion. Gotta go to work anyway. Hurrah for caffeine.

Woke up at 4:30 after less than 3 hours of sleep. Took Marc to the airport for 6:15, and I won't be seeing him until September. Got home at precisely 7:00, exactly the time my alarm would be beeping if I hadn't turned it off already. In 2.5 hours, I've got a gynaecologist appointment. There are, on the whole, better ways to start off one's morning. At least I took the day off work, because I can't brain this morning.

The only thing I could think of on the way home was (and this MUST be said as though you were praising a little dog), "Who's the good zombie? WHO'S the good zombie? You are! YOU'RE the good zombie!" "Braaaaiiiinnnnnssss..."

For the first time in over a week, I actually slept through the whole night without waking up at 3 am. Yay!

So I left the party very early last night. Due to late nights / early mornings, I'd been sleep-deprived all week. I figured, "ok, I'll catch up on the weekend." Except Friday night I slept over at Marc's place. I still haven't quite gotten the hang of sleeping with someone else in the bed. I also haven't figured out how to nap when it's daytime. So... yeah. Sleep-dep for everyone! Especially me!

Even though Marc was very sweet last night and decided to sleep on the couch when he came home early in the morning (honestly, it was too late to call it "late at night"), I still didn't sleep particularly well.

Boo. I supposed I'll sleep in my own bed tonight.

I didn't sleep all that much last night, so I made myself tea at the end of lunch (around 2 pm).

Just now, I was feeling really sleepy, and thought to myself, "that's so strange; I made myself tea."

That's when I realized I'd left my tea steeping in the lunch room. For an hour and a half.

So now I'm making myself more tea.

Sigh.