now some would find it odd that at the age of 24, I have finally gotten my first pets. Granted, I actually commandeered them, but still. After a week, I now consider them my own. Too bad they all died.
My dad put in a small pond complete with fountain and tiny waterfall next to the new brick patio in our backyard. Well, of course, we have to have goldfish! It's a pond! I took them over and cared for them, if you call "caring" dumping in food once in a while and staring at them, waiting for them to do something already!
It's really too bad about the dying part, and at such an alarming rate. Some fatalities were due to a chlorine issue (this was before I took over), and then others suffered a nocturnal visitor, 'cause I know nothing I did could cause a fish to die in such a way. Think "torn asunder" and you'll get the idea. Others have simply disappeared.
Now I know what you're thinking, because it (obviously) occurred to me as well: "of *course*! they've been abducted. by aliens. No? well, then what about evolution? they teach that in the public schools these days, you know" Au contraire, my dear friends. One must not believe everything in one's imagination or Steven Spielburg's imagination or in public school's imagination.
when said and done, either by disappearance or partial disappearance due to aforementioned asundering, this must be the handiwork of a deer-sized rodent (trust me: I've seen this raccoon and it's not small).
Out of 24 goldfish, 3 somehow outsmarted the nocturnal creature until Friday. Since then, all have perished, and thus ends my first foray into pet ownership. this, all in the course of a few short weeks.
My next attempt will begin a bit later this week, and the experiment shall go on. At least until winter, when they'll all freeze. What's the point, then, you ask, if they're going to die anyway? Why general amusement for all, of course! (and it helps keep me sane during these dull days of studying.)
7.18.2005
7.16.2005
travelling
the aunt and uncle in Pasadena have invited me to visit one last time before they move to Seattle. i'm very tempted. In late August, tix would only cost about $200. Should I treat myself to a week and a half of hot bliss, summer in the sun and friends around California? I have always wanted to go to the Getty in LA and thus far have not made it there... hmmmmm. *ponders thoughtfully*
(should I be thinking about this right now? YES! Leave me alone. I even studied while waiting at the shop where I got my oil changed this morning. I'm allowing myself a few moments of wishful thinking.)
(should I be thinking about this right now? YES! Leave me alone. I even studied while waiting at the shop where I got my oil changed this morning. I'm allowing myself a few moments of wishful thinking.)
7.15.2005
multi-tasking of daily events
have you ever found yourself madly typing an email with a toothbrush dangling from your mouth? I do. Frequently. It's happened twice today, as a matter of fact (once this morning, and again a few moments ago).
I'm not sure if it's because I can't stand to stare at myself in the bathroom mirror for two minutes; or because I'm really too lazy to stand there for moments on end and must find a comfy chair close by in which to sit; or it could be that I've gotten to the point that I *must* be multi-tasking at pretty much all times (although since the brush is just sitting there while I type, I'm not really doing that much other than soaking the teeth and brush).
whatever. I might not be brushing for the full two minutes, but at least the brush is in my mouth for the two full minutes recommended by the ADA and dentists everywhere. it's a start, no?
I'm not sure if it's because I can't stand to stare at myself in the bathroom mirror for two minutes; or because I'm really too lazy to stand there for moments on end and must find a comfy chair close by in which to sit; or it could be that I've gotten to the point that I *must* be multi-tasking at pretty much all times (although since the brush is just sitting there while I type, I'm not really doing that much other than soaking the teeth and brush).
whatever. I might not be brushing for the full two minutes, but at least the brush is in my mouth for the two full minutes recommended by the ADA and dentists everywhere. it's a start, no?
7.14.2005
this week in a nutshell
Does not include anything more interesting than a couple of potential-job-related phone calls and a lot of studying, so let's not bore ourselves with that.
On Monday night, I joined a new orchestra for the remainder of the summer schedule. Kenwood Symphony, a rather nice civic orchestra. I was told by the lovely violinist who invited me to join that it wouldn't be that difficult and had the potential for lots of fun. (She is my section leader for Minnetonka, so I play with her regularly and trust her.) Well, upon my arrival to rehearsal on Monday night, there she was, arm in sling. She'd had a bit of surgery on her shoulder again, and it hadn't gone well. I think it was planned because she left immediately thereafter to let all of us violinists rot in a very hot and steamy room with an amount of not-insignificant music (e.g., Carmen's Bizet, First and Second Suites, Copland's Rodeo, a movement from Mahler's First Symphony, a movement from Tchaikovsky's Fifth, etc.) The only fluffy pop pieces traditional to summer concerts is a suite of The Wizard of Oz music and a suite of The Empire Strikes Back. However, I do love a challenge, and I enjoy playing new music (I've only played one of the pieces before, a Strauss waltz, which unfortunately I've played in both first and second violin sections in the last two months, so I'm kind of tired of that one...), so it should be a somewhat enjoyable experience. Plus, we get to play all three concerts outdoors. In August. But they're at bandshells by lakes. yay!
Tuesday night played tennis. It's amazing. (no, I'm not saying I am.) When I play singles, I have so much more energy. Probably because if I don't hit the ball, no one else will, and then I'll *still* have to go round them up at some point. If I play doubles, I don't go after anything. [think Mojo the monkey from The Simposons]: "nye [waves paw], she can get it." I'm sure not in a hurry to hit them. When I'm on my own, though...I seem to have a lot of aggression; or maybe I just don't do anything in half measures. Either way, you'd think I was trying to beat the stuffing out of the ball. It makes such a nice sound when you hit the tennis ball just so.
and now we're up to Wednesday (studying), today (studying) and tomorrow (studying). Oh, and have I mentioned Saturday? Oil change! (and then studying.)
On Monday night, I joined a new orchestra for the remainder of the summer schedule. Kenwood Symphony, a rather nice civic orchestra. I was told by the lovely violinist who invited me to join that it wouldn't be that difficult and had the potential for lots of fun. (She is my section leader for Minnetonka, so I play with her regularly and trust her.) Well, upon my arrival to rehearsal on Monday night, there she was, arm in sling. She'd had a bit of surgery on her shoulder again, and it hadn't gone well. I think it was planned because she left immediately thereafter to let all of us violinists rot in a very hot and steamy room with an amount of not-insignificant music (e.g., Carmen's Bizet, First and Second Suites, Copland's Rodeo, a movement from Mahler's First Symphony, a movement from Tchaikovsky's Fifth, etc.) The only fluffy pop pieces traditional to summer concerts is a suite of The Wizard of Oz music and a suite of The Empire Strikes Back. However, I do love a challenge, and I enjoy playing new music (I've only played one of the pieces before, a Strauss waltz, which unfortunately I've played in both first and second violin sections in the last two months, so I'm kind of tired of that one...), so it should be a somewhat enjoyable experience. Plus, we get to play all three concerts outdoors. In August. But they're at bandshells by lakes. yay!
Tuesday night played tennis. It's amazing. (no, I'm not saying I am.) When I play singles, I have so much more energy. Probably because if I don't hit the ball, no one else will, and then I'll *still* have to go round them up at some point. If I play doubles, I don't go after anything. [think Mojo the monkey from The Simposons]: "nye [waves paw], she can get it." I'm sure not in a hurry to hit them. When I'm on my own, though...I seem to have a lot of aggression; or maybe I just don't do anything in half measures. Either way, you'd think I was trying to beat the stuffing out of the ball. It makes such a nice sound when you hit the tennis ball just so.
and now we're up to Wednesday (studying), today (studying) and tomorrow (studying). Oh, and have I mentioned Saturday? Oil change! (and then studying.)
7.12.2005
thoughts on the 'Sconsin Bar
While perusing the Wisconsin Bar Examination Information letter I received the other day, I was confused by a couple of items.
Granted, the requirement for two forms of current ID and testing schedule information were not that unusual. What was different was the comprehensive list of what will and will not be allowed at the test seat. Now, I've done this before in a different jurisdiction, so I figured nothing would be that new. Apparently I was wrong.
According to the list of allowable items, I may have "1 small package of gum, mints or candy," yet I may not wear "flip-flop style shoes (due to noise)." Now, I don't know about you, but some people chew their gum at a noise level that could seriously compete with all of my flip-flops combined (and I own an extensive collection of such footwear). Or maybe the Bar Examiners' interest in not killing one's seatmate with one's halitosis is such a compelling interest that it outweighs the noise level of chewing gum.
And if I choose something other than chewing gum, that's really what I want to be doing: giving myself a sugar high by eating a small package of candy - as if it's not hard enough sitting there, concentrating all day long. I'm already a fidgeter; I don't want to make it worse.
Also, I will be allowed "1 can, bottle or cup of beverage." I'm tempted to take in my Eddie Bauer unbreakable-plastic 32-oz bottle, just to see if they regulate size as well, but forgot to tell us. However, if they do let me take it in, I'll probably absent-mindedly drink the entire thing in the first hour and a half of the test, and spend the last hour and a half wishing I hadn't. (Twice; once during the morning session, and in my nervous state, forget and do it again during the afternoon session.) They don't tell us that it cannot be an alcoholic beverage, either. Maybe that's another thing they forgot to tell us. Well, if it is, that's what some people will probably use their mints for - to cover up the smell of their alcohol-drenched breath. I mean, imagine getting 32 ounces of the stuff into the room in a Nalgene bottle? Obviously I can, otherwise I wouldn't be suggesting it, not to say that I'm inclined to do such an idiotic thing.
I am apparently to expect a pat-down at the door by my proctor: "Proctors will remove items that do not conform...[and] may check the pockets of any clothing in the test room..." I'm reasonably sure that statement means the clothing on my body (especially since other than a sweater or sweatshirt to be "hung over the back of your chair" when not in use, no other clothing items are allowed). That's a new one; I've never been patted down just to take a test (unless one counts getting through airport security as a test).
Keys are not allowed. I'm curious; do they mean hotel room keys (the exam will be given at a hotel conference facility) or car keys? What do they think I am going to do with the car keys? Use the remote unlocking device to beam me the answers or something? Set off the car alarm to disrupt the exam? I think not. I'm trying to pass this thing, not mess it up for myself. And as for the key itself, I'm not really inclined to try to scratch any notes into metal. I'm not that dishonest, let alone industrious enough to try.
I suppose the good news in all of this is that they expect results to be released in early September. To only wait six weeks after taking the exam will be a blessing indeed. However, results are released by mail only, which fits in with the no-word-processors-or-laptops-to-write-the-essays rule; WI hasn't gotten quite as far as CA when it comes to the electronic age of information. Oh well. I should still be thankful that it's only six weeks and the few days it takes to receive the letter in the mail to get results, rather than three or four months.
Granted, the requirement for two forms of current ID and testing schedule information were not that unusual. What was different was the comprehensive list of what will and will not be allowed at the test seat. Now, I've done this before in a different jurisdiction, so I figured nothing would be that new. Apparently I was wrong.
According to the list of allowable items, I may have "1 small package of gum, mints or candy," yet I may not wear "flip-flop style shoes (due to noise)." Now, I don't know about you, but some people chew their gum at a noise level that could seriously compete with all of my flip-flops combined (and I own an extensive collection of such footwear). Or maybe the Bar Examiners' interest in not killing one's seatmate with one's halitosis is such a compelling interest that it outweighs the noise level of chewing gum.
And if I choose something other than chewing gum, that's really what I want to be doing: giving myself a sugar high by eating a small package of candy - as if it's not hard enough sitting there, concentrating all day long. I'm already a fidgeter; I don't want to make it worse.
Also, I will be allowed "1 can, bottle or cup of beverage." I'm tempted to take in my Eddie Bauer unbreakable-plastic 32-oz bottle, just to see if they regulate size as well, but forgot to tell us. However, if they do let me take it in, I'll probably absent-mindedly drink the entire thing in the first hour and a half of the test, and spend the last hour and a half wishing I hadn't. (Twice; once during the morning session, and in my nervous state, forget and do it again during the afternoon session.) They don't tell us that it cannot be an alcoholic beverage, either. Maybe that's another thing they forgot to tell us. Well, if it is, that's what some people will probably use their mints for - to cover up the smell of their alcohol-drenched breath. I mean, imagine getting 32 ounces of the stuff into the room in a Nalgene bottle? Obviously I can, otherwise I wouldn't be suggesting it, not to say that I'm inclined to do such an idiotic thing.
I am apparently to expect a pat-down at the door by my proctor: "Proctors will remove items that do not conform...[and] may check the pockets of any clothing in the test room..." I'm reasonably sure that statement means the clothing on my body (especially since other than a sweater or sweatshirt to be "hung over the back of your chair" when not in use, no other clothing items are allowed). That's a new one; I've never been patted down just to take a test (unless one counts getting through airport security as a test).
Keys are not allowed. I'm curious; do they mean hotel room keys (the exam will be given at a hotel conference facility) or car keys? What do they think I am going to do with the car keys? Use the remote unlocking device to beam me the answers or something? Set off the car alarm to disrupt the exam? I think not. I'm trying to pass this thing, not mess it up for myself. And as for the key itself, I'm not really inclined to try to scratch any notes into metal. I'm not that dishonest, let alone industrious enough to try.
I suppose the good news in all of this is that they expect results to be released in early September. To only wait six weeks after taking the exam will be a blessing indeed. However, results are released by mail only, which fits in with the no-word-processors-or-laptops-to-write-the-essays rule; WI hasn't gotten quite as far as CA when it comes to the electronic age of information. Oh well. I should still be thankful that it's only six weeks and the few days it takes to receive the letter in the mail to get results, rather than three or four months.
7.11.2005
I am spoiled.
"And this is new, how?" you ask. Right you are, but now I've discovered a new way in which I have been spoiled. Well, I "knew" of it previously, but never *really knew*. You see, all through law school and for the CA Bar exam, I had the privilege of typing all of my essays. I used a word processor. It was great. I kind of got used to it and decided to continue with that whole deal when I took the CA Bar. Typing is fabulous, especially if one can do so at a reasonable speed.
Well. The WI Bar Examiners do not allow a person to use a word processor. One is allowed to use a typewriter, or he can write by hand. Well, I, as you all know, am a cheapskate. I am not going to pay good money to go out and buy something I will use once. I couldn't find anyone from whom I could borrow a typewriter (who has one of those anymore?). I did not even want to rent one, nor did I really care to investigate (or apparently, Think Things Through). Now the deadline to register to type has come and gone, and I am stuck handwriting the exam. I figured I could build up my handwriting stamina, right? Well, let me tell you, I am building up stamina, by golly, but, I will be even further lopsided because my right hand will be gargantuan in comparison to my left within the next two weeks. (see Tennis, Anyone?.)
Oh, well. In a few days - mere moments in the grand scheme of things! - and I will ice it down, and the hand will return to normal size. The crippled fingers might recover from their swollen state.
I hope I pass this thing. Or else all this lopsidedness will be for naught - I will be relegated to rebuilding up the stamina again at some future time. So, in order to pass, I am off to build up strength and deepen the writing notch on that last knuckle of my middle finger, where the pen fits the groove too well...
Well. The WI Bar Examiners do not allow a person to use a word processor. One is allowed to use a typewriter, or he can write by hand. Well, I, as you all know, am a cheapskate. I am not going to pay good money to go out and buy something I will use once. I couldn't find anyone from whom I could borrow a typewriter (who has one of those anymore?). I did not even want to rent one, nor did I really care to investigate (or apparently, Think Things Through). Now the deadline to register to type has come and gone, and I am stuck handwriting the exam. I figured I could build up my handwriting stamina, right? Well, let me tell you, I am building up stamina, by golly, but, I will be even further lopsided because my right hand will be gargantuan in comparison to my left within the next two weeks. (see Tennis, Anyone?.)
Oh, well. In a few days - mere moments in the grand scheme of things! - and I will ice it down, and the hand will return to normal size. The crippled fingers might recover from their swollen state.
I hope I pass this thing. Or else all this lopsidedness will be for naught - I will be relegated to rebuilding up the stamina again at some future time. So, in order to pass, I am off to build up strength and deepen the writing notch on that last knuckle of my middle finger, where the pen fits the groove too well...
not one of my fav pastimes...
studying. I'm almost done, though, right? Only a couple more weeks, and it'll all be over. Again. Until the next time I decide to take another Bar exam...
7.07.2005
one of my favorite pastimes...IQ tests!
I don't think it's really as accurate as they say, but there you have it. I must be a geek, because I enjoy these things just a bit too much...
| Your IQ Is 140 |
 Your Logical Intelligence is Genius Your Verbal Intelligence is Genius Your Mathematical Intelligence is Genius Your General Knowledge is Genius |
7.06.2005
the godfather trilogy
So, since I had never seen the Godfather movies before, it was my goal to sit down and watch them. A few years ago, I decided it'd be great to do a marathon and just watch them all at once, one of these years. Well, this was the year.
A marathon was out of the question, though; i mean, can you really sit around and watch the Italian-American mafia for 9 hours straight? I didn't even try. So, four days, four discs, three movies; finished last night. It was strange, knowing all those lines and being able to hum along with all of the music - I felt like I knew the films already but didn't know where the plot would take me each moment. I must confess, I liked them.
Some old work friends told me once that they each, individually, wanted to marry into the mafia. Either each of them had recently watched The Godfather, or they should have - just to knock some sense into them.
And I think, finally! I won't be getting all of those actors mixed up any longer because I can now remember each of them individually: Al Pacino, Robert DeNiro, Andy Garcia, et al. I had always lumped them into the same category of actor, but now that I've seen the real thing, I should be able to pick them out and remember which one is which. It's not like it's ever been a huge issue, but you know. now I've seen what made them famous.
And Joe Mantegna? Isn't he the voice of Fat Tony on the Simpsons? didn't know he was in part III...while watching, I'd just close my eyes and I could see Fat Tony and the Springfield mob in my mind.
And talk about quality actors! It was great fun to see these guys when they were young(er). Marlon Brando. James Caan. Robert Duvall. Diane Keaton. Pacino. DeNiro. the whole gang.
another cinematic experience can now be satisfactorily checked off the list.
A marathon was out of the question, though; i mean, can you really sit around and watch the Italian-American mafia for 9 hours straight? I didn't even try. So, four days, four discs, three movies; finished last night. It was strange, knowing all those lines and being able to hum along with all of the music - I felt like I knew the films already but didn't know where the plot would take me each moment. I must confess, I liked them.
Some old work friends told me once that they each, individually, wanted to marry into the mafia. Either each of them had recently watched The Godfather, or they should have - just to knock some sense into them.
And I think, finally! I won't be getting all of those actors mixed up any longer because I can now remember each of them individually: Al Pacino, Robert DeNiro, Andy Garcia, et al. I had always lumped them into the same category of actor, but now that I've seen the real thing, I should be able to pick them out and remember which one is which. It's not like it's ever been a huge issue, but you know. now I've seen what made them famous.
And Joe Mantegna? Isn't he the voice of Fat Tony on the Simpsons? didn't know he was in part III...while watching, I'd just close my eyes and I could see Fat Tony and the Springfield mob in my mind.
And talk about quality actors! It was great fun to see these guys when they were young(er). Marlon Brando. James Caan. Robert Duvall. Diane Keaton. Pacino. DeNiro. the whole gang.
another cinematic experience can now be satisfactorily checked off the list.
7.05.2005
the 4th
Today was a great day - the 4th is always better with good weather, good friends, good food and good conversation. Throw in a spectacular car, an incredibly stupid movie, and roasting marshmallows over an outdoor firepit (complete with gas logs!), and you have yourself a winner.
Sat outside most of the day, lounging around with other people, enjoying the holiday in a lackadaisical manner. Isn't that the best, though? It's never as much fun when you're rushing around so much you can't enjoy it. Trust me: we didn't rush anywhere. Except when Ben gave me a ride in his new car; then we rushed, just a bit. It looks a little something like this... except a different year and a few different options. Very nice.
Saw War of the Worlds. Still strongly dislike Tom Cruise. Dumb movie.
Tried a new kind of starburst, too. Fruit & Cream. Have you ever sniffed a peach-scented candle and thought, 'It'd be really great if they made that heavenly scent into an edible flavor so I can just bite into it'? Well, they have and you can! The peach flavored fruit & cream starbursts are available for your enjoyment. Mmmmm.
so that was my day. Lounged by water. Ate grilled food and starbursts. Watched movie. Caught a few fireworks on display in my local sky. Roasted marshmallows for s'mores.
fantastic.
Sat outside most of the day, lounging around with other people, enjoying the holiday in a lackadaisical manner. Isn't that the best, though? It's never as much fun when you're rushing around so much you can't enjoy it. Trust me: we didn't rush anywhere. Except when Ben gave me a ride in his new car; then we rushed, just a bit. It looks a little something like this... except a different year and a few different options. Very nice.
Saw War of the Worlds. Still strongly dislike Tom Cruise. Dumb movie.
Tried a new kind of starburst, too. Fruit & Cream. Have you ever sniffed a peach-scented candle and thought, 'It'd be really great if they made that heavenly scent into an edible flavor so I can just bite into it'? Well, they have and you can! The peach flavored fruit & cream starbursts are available for your enjoyment. Mmmmm.
so that was my day. Lounged by water. Ate grilled food and starbursts. Watched movie. Caught a few fireworks on display in my local sky. Roasted marshmallows for s'mores.
fantastic.
7.02.2005
a perfectly lovely day
Because it was so nice yesterday afternoon, I decided to be like other Minnesotans living in the Twin Cities and hit the outdoors. We mainly burrow in and hibernate during the winter, with only the few random occasions out; like skiing or grocery shopping. Then when our few precious moments of summer come, we converge on any and all available lakes and parks and tan our pasty whiteness away, bask in summer's warmth, only to have our skin cells return to its albino essence a very short time later.
I had lunch at Zeno in Uptown with an old friend, and then we walked around Lake Calhoun. True, Calhoun is more of a meat market than some of the other lakes around here. Calhoun: where an innocent stroll is not just that but instead is a constant search for beautiful people to hit on. (Did I mention that the sunlight has a tendency to blind? I know they say love can blind a person, but I really don't think that's the situation here...) But the running commentary found through the Uptown and Calhoun area does tend to cause great amusement. Like the man who said, "Wow, it's Super Woman" to me. I'm really not sure to what he was referring, exactly. It's not like I was wearing a cape yesterday - although that wouldn't be uncommon in uptown, alas. And then there was the guy biking around while holding a small sign that read "Does size really matter?" and I wanted to ask him "size of what?" Are we talking McDonald's and overweight people, here, or size of wallet and house? Because it's Uptown, I'm sure it was something politically correct, like the number of troops still in Iraq and those who have perished in the conflict or *something* like that, but didn't really want to get into it that badly. maybe that was the whole point - to stir up conversation, some of which may be controversial.
Gorgeous weather does tend to improve my mood; it makes me feel slightly less controversial than normal. So I meandered around the lake, enjoying good food and conversation with a friend, and wiled away a beautiful sunny Friday afternoon in Minneapolis.
I had lunch at Zeno in Uptown with an old friend, and then we walked around Lake Calhoun. True, Calhoun is more of a meat market than some of the other lakes around here. Calhoun: where an innocent stroll is not just that but instead is a constant search for beautiful people to hit on. (Did I mention that the sunlight has a tendency to blind? I know they say love can blind a person, but I really don't think that's the situation here...) But the running commentary found through the Uptown and Calhoun area does tend to cause great amusement. Like the man who said, "Wow, it's Super Woman" to me. I'm really not sure to what he was referring, exactly. It's not like I was wearing a cape yesterday - although that wouldn't be uncommon in uptown, alas. And then there was the guy biking around while holding a small sign that read "Does size really matter?" and I wanted to ask him "size of what?" Are we talking McDonald's and overweight people, here, or size of wallet and house? Because it's Uptown, I'm sure it was something politically correct, like the number of troops still in Iraq and those who have perished in the conflict or *something* like that, but didn't really want to get into it that badly. maybe that was the whole point - to stir up conversation, some of which may be controversial.
Gorgeous weather does tend to improve my mood; it makes me feel slightly less controversial than normal. So I meandered around the lake, enjoying good food and conversation with a friend, and wiled away a beautiful sunny Friday afternoon in Minneapolis.
7.01.2005
summer sleeping
The last week or two, the dewpoint has been hovering around seventy, which means high humidity. Add to that some high temps (day and night), and it makes for some steamy conditions. I love summer, don't get me wrong. It's just that I love to sleep with my windows open in the summer and fall, let the breezes in while nightsounds filter through the screens.
When it's so muggy, though, it's not always possible to leave the windows open; one's options are more limited. Air conditioning on? Too cold. or Too sterile. Windows open? Miserable. Fan on? ok, let's just stir any of those above-named conditions around whilst I toss and turn. Even when the air is on, I just don't sleep as well. It's like my body and mind know that it's humid, and therefore I act strangely, even in sleep.
Three nights in a row this week, in my quasi-conscious state, I found myself toying with windows, blinds, fans and air conditioning. I also found myself having strange dreams, and the littlest things annoyed me. Like I found myself attacking a hang nail with a tweezers at 3 am, just because it had apparently bothered me so much as to awake me. It was horrible. Normally I'm a bit odd, but not nearly to this extent.
But then, relief. *sigh* Yesterday a cooler, drier air front came through. And all was well. Last night I didn't find myself wandering around with a cup looking for water...breathing air so thick with moisture, I really didn't need the cup in the first place...rummaging around for pillow cases that surely *must* be cooler than the ones I was using...none of that. It was blissful, and I shall remain happy now. At least until the next system blows in some humid drafts from which there is no escaping and in which we will all drown once more. It is only July 1st, after all. Many more summer nights yet to experience.
When it's so muggy, though, it's not always possible to leave the windows open; one's options are more limited. Air conditioning on? Too cold. or Too sterile. Windows open? Miserable. Fan on? ok, let's just stir any of those above-named conditions around whilst I toss and turn. Even when the air is on, I just don't sleep as well. It's like my body and mind know that it's humid, and therefore I act strangely, even in sleep.
Three nights in a row this week, in my quasi-conscious state, I found myself toying with windows, blinds, fans and air conditioning. I also found myself having strange dreams, and the littlest things annoyed me. Like I found myself attacking a hang nail with a tweezers at 3 am, just because it had apparently bothered me so much as to awake me. It was horrible. Normally I'm a bit odd, but not nearly to this extent.
But then, relief. *sigh* Yesterday a cooler, drier air front came through. And all was well. Last night I didn't find myself wandering around with a cup looking for water...breathing air so thick with moisture, I really didn't need the cup in the first place...rummaging around for pillow cases that surely *must* be cooler than the ones I was using...none of that. It was blissful, and I shall remain happy now. At least until the next system blows in some humid drafts from which there is no escaping and in which we will all drown once more. It is only July 1st, after all. Many more summer nights yet to experience.
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