I have concluded that I'm in for a crazy night tonight. It is inevitable. Why? Well, where do I start? I guess at the beginning of today:
Essentially,I alternated between being productive, and then being counter-productive. I had to get up absurdly early to give my fiance a ride to work. So I'm already starting with a sleep Deficit, which I tried to fix with a quick nap. No go on that one, I'm just too stressed out to fall asleep. I then resolved to get things done, which of course, for me, means procrastinate.
Thus, I was semi-productive, as I now have a very clean apartment (I mean, what the hell, I was taking a rag to the tracks for the sliding patio doors! Who the hell does that?). However, it was two hours that I didn't spend either: a., working on my paper, or b., searching and applying for jobs. So I then spent the next two hours furiously in persuit of a job--I must have posted a dozen applications. I just wish I'd get a call back for an interview. All I need is to get my foot in the door for a freakin' interview and I know I can wow them enough to get hired-- at least, I could in the past.
In any case, I was really drowsy by the end of it, and was more or less non-productive for the next four hours. I hung out here on CT for a while, read a book (a really interesting one, by the way) and vegged out. I was so tired, but I still couldn't calm down enough to sleep.
I somehow lost track of time and realized I needed to get ready to go to school. Gathering up my things and stuffing them into my bag, I thought about checking the mail. So I got my mail. I got a letter from the dysfuntional management company that owns my apartment building. Apparently they want to charge me $57 and some change when they had to unclog my drain back in JANUARY. What the hell? They take 5 days before finally plowing the parking lot after the biggest snowfall this year (with a handwritten apology note on the front door, citing difficulties with the snowplow company-- as we all know, there's only *one* company that does this in Minneapolis!), there was cat or small child feces (I was in now way going to go any closer to determine which) on the south stairwell steps this morning and it wasn't cleaned up until late this afternoon, my netflix dvds are being stolen because the postal carrier can't fit them in the smaller-than-regulation sized mailboxes (which the management co. refuses to replace) and so he leaves them ON TOP of the mailbox, etc., etc., and now they want to charge me for normal repairs! Yeah right they're going to get away with that.
It made me so angry and so worked up. I'm going to call the person who sent me the letter tomorrow; it just galls me. Anyway. Also in my mail, I get a bill from my last doctor visit, and they screwed up the billing and my HMO says it's not paying so apparently I owe them almost $900. So there's another phone call I've got to make, to get that straightened out. At least with the clinic I know that will get fixed because they've done this before and they made it right in the past (lol. Is that comforting or more annoying?...I can't decide.)
So I'm seething about my mail, and I can't calm down for almost an hour, while I made dinner and quickly ate it becase I lost track of time and had to get off to class.
I hate school, I hate school, I just want to be done with it, I just want to be done, I can't wait 'till May is done and I will never have to step foot in the halls of that wretched campus again. It is the source of most of my stress and all my frustrations right now.
Positive side to this: the lengthy, dull droning of the prof was enough to calm me down, to the point that I realized there was a good possibility I could nod off in class. We got our 20 minute break and I spent 19 and a half of those minutes waiting in line at the campus coffee shop getting an overpriced depth charge.
Umm, big mistake. I am now so tripped up on caffine right now it's crazy. I'm into week 4 of my attempt to ruduce my pop-drinking habit to only one can every other day. Well, the coffee was probably the most caffine I've had in two weeks, and I'm clearly just banging off the walls here. I got online as soon as I got home, and sent off e-mails to everyone I know, called two friends and set up goings-on for the weekend (dinner on Friday with an old friend, and to meet her fiance for the first time[I still joke with her that he's a non-existant fiance, but I suppose that won't work after tomorrow]; and breakfast with another friend sunday morning, pending this friend actually drives down from Duluth to the Cities in the first place, which may not even happen.), oh, and just basically have been going nuts now on CT reading profiles and blogs and looking at pics and rating and commenting upon said profiles, blogs and pics.
Im thinking this is going to be another night where I don't actually fall asleep; my doc prescribed some sleeping pills (the meds i'm on can sometimes keep me awake at night) but I'm a bit reluctant to take them as I don't care for the side effects--mostly that I do sleep, but it's a funny kind of sleep, I can't describe it exactly but I would say it leaves me feeling very rested in the morning, but still groggy that I want to sleep for a good portion of that day as well.
The doc explained that part of that may be due to my [supposed previously] excessive caffine consumption, hence the impetus for me to get off the habit, but clearly that's moot tonight so I'm not really going to bother.
(side note: I just took a moment to read over what I've typed and correct the mispellings and typos I do catch, and I've noticed my writing style is looking very much like Garrison Keilor's. Which I find amusing, as I haven't read any of his books in the past three years and the last time I heard the Prairie Home Companion was when I actually went to the show last month...I have read his newspaper column the past few Sundays, but I can't really say they stood out that much. Sorry, end of drifting thought.)
So here I am, plopped in my big armchair, my cat at my feet, oddly sleeping on a plastic bag (I swear, it is the strangest thing with that cat, her obsession with plastic bags-- if I accidentally leave one out, she takes to wherever I'm at and plays with it, licking and chewing on it, 'till shes sleeping), my laptop appropriately in my lap, and ready to go all night in this arrangement. It'll be fun, it'll be interesting, I'm ready for the ride...
Thus, I'm in for a crazy night.
