i woke up on time today. i did
hit the snooze button once, but i didn't wait it out. i hit snooze, then turned the alarm OFF. gasp
. lately i knock down that baby eight or nine times before i stumble out of bed.
but it's not because i am feeling energetic or back to my old morning person
self. it's because i wake up every morning completely drenched in sweat. my pajamas are soaked, my blankets are soaked. as soon as i get out from under the blankets, i am freezing cold because i am soaking wet.
it sucks. it makes me stink and i have to take a shower every morning before work without exception (i am an evening bath
kind of person, by preference). i took a shower last night after martial art
s practice. i should have thought ahead and waited until morning, but i was stinky(i got a new stripe last night!).
sometimes i wake up in the middle of the night and i absolutely have to change my pajamas
and get a new blanket. it's quite uncomfortable. the worst part about it is feeling so cold
. i hate being cold.
i talked to my doc about this and he says it's either a side effect from some medication
or i am having seizure
s in my sleep
. i don't think it's the latter. my boyfriend would notice if i was having seizures.
i had two blueberry muffin
s for breakfast as well as a cup of belgian chocolate
with hazlenut cinnamon cream. actually i've finished two cups and am working on a third. this stuff is addict
just outside of washington, dc
in germantown maryland
it is clear and blue and warm. i can't see any clouds. it's perfect bike
riding weather. i'm going to do that when i get home from work. i am telling myself i will ride before i injest
any drugs. perhaps i shouldn't be using drugs to motivate myself to exercise, but hey, whatever works.
oh oh oh!
and i wanted to share my own little triumph. i've been feeling so gimp
y lately that i've been afraid to go to martial art
s practice... when i did go i was worried about trying and failing, so i wouldn't really try to hard to accomplish much of anything, or else i would find some dumb excuse as to why i couldn't
try. then i realized that i looked stupid
er for not trying than i would for trying and failing. besides that, everyone else is too concerned about their own progress to really be too concerned with any little mess-up i might make. also, i'm b>good at fighting. i can kick
like a demon
, i can fly through the air in a perfect
flying side-kick. it's like time stops. i can look around and see everything perfectly. left leg tucked perfectly under me. right leg out to the side, foot parallel
to the ground, knee locked, butt clenched in, hands up ready to defend the face and chest, eyes locked
on to the target. like something out of the matrix
. people will remember my perfect flying side kick or moon
kick combination. they'll also remember when i beat them in a spar. i'm good
, i don't know why i worry so much.
4:58PM - i have had such an absolutely perfect
day. though physically uncomfortable at times, i got super model
treatment today. professional photographer
s taking photos. "turn your head just a little", "smile", "look directly into the camera", "now smirk a bit". i wish i could give the details but i can't. but it put me in a fabulous mood
. i had a big sword
. that's the detail i'll give (and no, it's not some dorky SCA
thing). wh00t wh00t. today rules.