I need to focus on my sleep issues. I haven’t been able to sleep for more than a few hours in a row this week. While it’s enough to function, it’s not enough to interact with other people. I lost count of how many times I’ve completely misunderstood what others were saying in the last two days alone.
I feel like I’ve been speaking English and everyone else is speaking Mandarin. Only it’s worse because I don’t realize they’re not using English (in real time.) My balance is wonky, too. I slipped on some ice during my run this morning, and now I’m sporting road rash on my chin. I didn’t even get to do the precarious dance first; just face planted.
Fortunately, I have clear band-aids. Fabulous invention. Now people who aren’t the shade so rudely referred to as flesh tone don’t have to announce their injuries from across the room. Yay. I reread Animal Farm by George Orwell last night. Now I’m reading The Descendents, by Kaui Hart Hemmings. It’s fascinating so far. Next, I’m going to look for my copy of Watership Down by Richard Adams.
I thought I was going to stick with women authors this year, but it didn’t work out. Plus, John Scalzi has a book release soon. I did read lots of novels by Octavia Spencer and Ursula LeGuin, but then I decided gender is irrelevant in authors. Women authors don’t write more gently, as I anticipated.
I built a soundproof chamber for Amelia Bedelia. She loves it. I can get in up to my shoulders, and it’s fabulous. I’m fascinated by my cat’s personality. When she’s in her chamber, she wants to be alone. If I acknowledge her in any way while she’s chilling in there, she bites me. That’s a stern, “no.” Heh.
I ordered DirecTV Now (because M. had a cow.) I didn’t realize I was an asshole for canceling cable without discussing it with him first. It seems to be superior to Playstation Vue, and I discovered I get free HBO for life (not sure whose) for being an AT&T wireless customer. Yay. Sony rearranged which channels go with which tier, and the options suck. It’s tailored to Fox News watching sports lovers. Hard pass.
We’re watching Gattaca tonight. It’s one of my favorite films. M. hasn’t seen it yet. I think he’ll enjoy it, too. I’m off to make the popcorn.