October 15th. Sunday
Things are going. Time is passing. Not nearly fast enough, but such is time.
This week has been strange. I had some really good mornings when I was able to grind out some major progress on a script I’m working on for my screenwriting class. That was so good for me. On the other hand, this Thursday was super lazy. I went to bed late on Wednesday, was woken up by a page, and had to respond to a medical emergency at 6am. I start my day at 7:30, but I decided to sleep in because I had gotten like 5 hours of sleep at the point. I slept in until 9:15, thinking I could catch breakfast before it ended at 9:30. By the time I got there the buffet line was wiped out, so I had a breakfast of orange slices. I was still pretty hungry at that point, and more than just disappointed, so I just went back to bed. I then woke up at 12:30 and went to lunch.
I get weird looks when I tell people I wake up at 7. Especially if they know I don’t have any classes in the week that start before 1pm. I don’t sleep in on weekdays and I only ever sleep until around 9 on weekends. With this in mind, after waking up at 12:30 on Thursday, I felt disgusting. Beyond that, I didn’t have the will to do any work. I think having a productive morning is vital to my having a productive day. And when I’m not productive, I start deteriorating.
The rest of the week was similar as well. I watch more movies this week than I usually do. Since I rarely have to do homework after dinner, I have this tendency to sit in my room and just get really sentimental. 3/5 nights I’ve ended up watching really sappy romance movies. It doesn’t help. Well, every once in a while, I watch one that I kinda jive with. 500 days of summer was alright.
I’ve gotten a few new pimples recently. One on my thigh and two on my arm. Only one of them was a pimple pimple… the other two were just angry bumps. I didn’t pop it. When it’s just one, I can spare the self control.
It’s frustrating that this is still happening, but it’s not on my face, so I’m not going to pay it any mind. I’m not going another month after this. Even if I do get something on my face. I am done.
There are been a few painful moments when I feel like I’m really not able to follow some part of a conversation. Something that I know I would have been able to keep up with before I was on medication. Stuff like this drives me insane.