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 arts 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
seizures in my
sleep. i don't think it's the latter. my boyfriend would notice if i was having seizures.
i had two
blueberry muffins for breakfast as well as a cup of belgian
chocolate nut
coffee with hazlenut cinnamon cream. actually i've finished two cups and am working on a third. this stuff is
addictive.
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
gimpy lately that i've been afraid to go to
martial arts 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
stupider 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/axe kick/
tornado 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 photographers 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.