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Nov. 30th, 2006 09:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolSo, last night I was safely curled up at about 10.00pm, after just having had a shower. I set my alarm, lay down, and conked out. For a Wednesday night, this is not unusual; on the midweek stretch, I'm generally so tired that by about three it feels as if my eyeballs are itchy. I can't even describe what the later hours feel like.
(If you think I'm being wussy, I challenge you to have a day of vigorous cleaning from 7-9am, an hour in the library doing reading from 9-10am, and then if it is a Monday, Tuesday or Thurday, various combinations of lectures and tutorials that will lead to me getting through the front door at either 4 or 5.30pm, and then coming home, making food for myself and others, cleaning, sorting out DocSoc debris and oh yes, the additional reading and research and essay writing.
If people call me a lazy arts student, I dare them to try and live my life for a week. Seriously.)
Anyway. So, I conk out, and have an absolutely beautiful nights sleep. I have the earplugs in, so I don't hear anyone moving, coughing or talking. Lovely!
... unfortunately, I set my alarm for, um, 10.30am. Wishful thinking that, probably. Sarah banged on my door at ten to seven - the time we normally leave for work - and I said "WHAT?" very loudly and probably woke everyone up (... sorry) before running around like a madwoman and still getting to work on time, only to discover I had no purse. So I haven't eaten yet this morning, and due to conking out last night, I didn't do my usual trick of having something to eat then in case of something like this.
Problem with my lovely IBS - it likes to be fed on a fairly regular basis. It can live without it, but it will make me suffer if I skip meals, or just have a couple of big meals. Even if it's just a biscuit or an apple, it'll keep me going until such time as I can have a real meal.
Forgetting my purse as well as not eating breakfast means that I am currently at the beginning of some massive tidal waves of cramps. I've been so good about it all recently that I'm really made to suffer if I do get it wrong. This is bad. I do not have time today for this, because I have an half an essay to write (and then to edit most of it out, sob) and a DocSoc meeting to run and be chirpy at, so I DO NOT HAVE TIME to be cramped up all day.
Oh well. At least I have an icon about food AND I get to quote the wonder that is the slash between Much and Robin. GLASS IS HALF FULL YES.
Happy St Andrew's Day?
[eta: I am being held captive in my room. The cleaning inspection people are around. Luckily, I caught wind of this early on (when I came home, I saw them striding up the path to the house three doors down), and just frantically ran around and wiped sinks, changed grill pan foil, sprayed some Oust, that sort of thing. They are in the kitchen, talking about... something... and I don't want ot be arsey, barge in there and demand that they hurry up and leave and stop nosing around my property. I might, though. Or I wil eat THEM.]
(If you think I'm being wussy, I challenge you to have a day of vigorous cleaning from 7-9am, an hour in the library doing reading from 9-10am, and then if it is a Monday, Tuesday or Thurday, various combinations of lectures and tutorials that will lead to me getting through the front door at either 4 or 5.30pm, and then coming home, making food for myself and others, cleaning, sorting out DocSoc debris and oh yes, the additional reading and research and essay writing.
If people call me a lazy arts student, I dare them to try and live my life for a week. Seriously.)
Anyway. So, I conk out, and have an absolutely beautiful nights sleep. I have the earplugs in, so I don't hear anyone moving, coughing or talking. Lovely!
... unfortunately, I set my alarm for, um, 10.30am. Wishful thinking that, probably. Sarah banged on my door at ten to seven - the time we normally leave for work - and I said "WHAT?" very loudly and probably woke everyone up (... sorry) before running around like a madwoman and still getting to work on time, only to discover I had no purse. So I haven't eaten yet this morning, and due to conking out last night, I didn't do my usual trick of having something to eat then in case of something like this.
Problem with my lovely IBS - it likes to be fed on a fairly regular basis. It can live without it, but it will make me suffer if I skip meals, or just have a couple of big meals. Even if it's just a biscuit or an apple, it'll keep me going until such time as I can have a real meal.
Forgetting my purse as well as not eating breakfast means that I am currently at the beginning of some massive tidal waves of cramps. I've been so good about it all recently that I'm really made to suffer if I do get it wrong. This is bad. I do not have time today for this, because I have an half an essay to write (and then to edit most of it out, sob) and a DocSoc meeting to run and be chirpy at, so I DO NOT HAVE TIME to be cramped up all day.
Oh well. At least I have an icon about food AND I get to quote the wonder that is the slash between Much and Robin. GLASS IS HALF FULL YES.
Happy St Andrew's Day?
[eta: I am being held captive in my room. The cleaning inspection people are around. Luckily, I caught wind of this early on (when I came home, I saw them striding up the path to the house three doors down), and just frantically ran around and wiped sinks, changed grill pan foil, sprayed some Oust, that sort of thing. They are in the kitchen, talking about... something... and I don't want ot be arsey, barge in there and demand that they hurry up and leave and stop nosing around my property. I might, though. Or I wil eat THEM.]
