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If and when I ever get a full night's sleep, I feel like I've wasted many hours of my life that I could have been doing something.

This isn't a new phenomenon, either; I've been this way since high school, at the least. My insomnia is as much self-directed as it is chronic...

::edit:: And yes, I did get ~8 hours of sleep last night. featherynscale says I look better. I don't feel much better, except for the not-nodding-off thing.

I'm pretty sure "falling asleep while reading Stephen King's Insomnia" qualifies.

Considering I was falling asleep on the way home from work, it's not terribly surprising, though. Now if only I can get *back* to sleep...

If I'm going to spend all night, every night, solving the world's problems... (no specifics worth mentioning, just multiple instances)

P.S. On a possibly-related note, did anybody else in KC wake up with their driveway mysteriously clear of snow?!?

Escaped into the woods (Camp Gaea) for the weekend, and overall it was a good thing. Weather Friday night while we were packing was utter crap, right until we drove north and west out of the storms and onto bone-dry pavement. Saturday was gorgeous, and Sunday it didn't start raining until we were packing. I'll take it.

Whilst being covered in nature, I noticed:

• the "plague" of bugbites that hit me between God Auction and accepting that Apollo is my patron has finally ceased.
  
• a marked increase in my tolerance for sun (again, go figure).
  
• decreased sex drive despite the casual nudity (this is not uncommon for me while camping, but fixed when I got home).
  
• finished the last half of The Mabinogi for tonight.

Came back and managed to get the GC newsletter and website done before collapsing last night (and drove home in another rainstorm last night, pulling off my Driving While Jedi trick well enough to beat my other thirds home). Since returning home, I've noticed:

• oversensitivity to the sounds of downtown.
  
• nearly complete lack of appetite/interest in food (this may be due to the extremely tasty stuff we ate in camp).
  
• I slept like an angel last night. I'm pretty sure our whole house did (the camp bunks were pretty wretched).
  
• my hair is driving me absolutely bonkers today; probably overconditioned/overwashed it at the camp and with repeated dunkings in the lake, but it's all in snarls. As soon as the goatee finishes growing back in, I'll be hacking at least 10" off for Locks of Love.
  
• also, today I returned a bunch of crap to the library (some of which had only been overdue since July 17th), and found where many of my office pens were hiding.

Now I have to decide what to do with the rest of my August... (not a lack of choices, I can tell you that much).

Hmmm, up since 5, guess it's time to take a walk and greet the sun, since I'm not getting back to sleep this morning... (there's more to it, but that's locked for consultation).

Bastard. If this is what having a personal patron is going to be like, I'm not sure I want Him...

Also and, (mostly unrelated) here's an interest essay: Where did the mythological creatures go?

...but it might make you stumble from time to time.

( Friday is short )

( Saturday is very long )

( Still got Sunday to deal with... )

And that's what I did on my summer vacation. The End. (except, of course, that this is only one weekend, and not even one of the three planned summer vacations)

Find your own pose!

But it was, indeed, the weirdest quiz I've ever taken and actually posted.

So my procedure last Friday went off without a hitch; actually, I probably got out of there early, because we arrived early and the doctor was ready (since this was a reschedule due to him being sick for my first appointment, I think he was trying to get his schedule back under control). Nothing too unusual during the surgery itself, except that I learned that the blood vessels/nerves for the scrotum connect somewhere up around your belly (which is why you get that sensation way up there when you get racked, fellas). No pain, no surprises, except he does something unusual to ensure that there are no "surprises" later on: he uses a cauterizing wire to scar 1/2" of the vas deferens on either side of the snip, in addition to tying it off. Ever seen smoke rising from your crotch? Tres weird.

Spent the rest of the weekend flat on my back, read about 2 1/2 books, and slept more per day than I probably have in years. No painful reactions to speak of, but I do have to compliment saffronhare (and her florist) on the truly inspired "grapefruit-sized puffballs with cattail" floral arrangement that arrived Friday afternoon. Damn funny, I must say.

So what am I complaining about being kicked in the balls for? ( It's never what you expect.. )

::edit:: My aunt said that the seizures stopped late last night, so they are revamping the 'final decisions' framework they'd been working under. Right now a Limited DNR is being worked up, and the possibilities of a plan for her to leave the hospital in the same condition she entered, if possible. She's out of the coma as they taper the meds, but still not conscious/responding to non-pain stimuli.