ita, I think you should drop the trazadone anyway. It doesn't sound like it's giving you restful sleep.

I'm having really weird sleep--it's a cross between extremely light and lucid dreaming.

I went through this for a bit with Trazadone, but haven't had the issue for a while. Not to say you should just wait it out. Now once I'm asleep, which happens fairly quickly once I allow myself to settle down, I'm out until my alarm so rudely decides to wake me up.

The problem with waiting it out is that I'm miserable and it's really fucking with my ability to function and do my job. And it hurts. I don't know how much longer I can handle this.

Emo feelings aside--home by 6 every night? Seriously? For the rest of my life? Caffeine every morning? This is a cure?

Emo feelings aside--home by 6 every night? Seriously? For the rest of my life? Caffeine every morning? This is a cure?

IMHO, that's not a cure. Because calling it a cure implies you'll get something close to a normal life. Home by 6 every night is not that.

Even if it were totally working, I don't think that would be a cure. That's no way to live. Home by 6 to medicate and then useless until around 7 the next day after caffeine? I don't think so. Fucking the fact you aren't actually even getting sleep or good sleep with all of this...

It's quiet in here tonight but I just had to pop in to say I'm done with grading! Well, at least done until the next paper set comes in, but at least I have my weekend.

Theoretically, I wake up at seven and am out the door at half seven. In reality, my alarm goes off at seven, I hit snooze five or six times, turning on the bedside light on snooze four or so, then get up between twenty-five past and half past, and am out the door at twenty to eight. I feed the cats, pee, brush my teeth and, if I can find my hairbrush, my hair. I get dressed somehow too, but very often get to work and realise I've pulled on dirty clothes.

Oh! Speaking of crazy mothers, mine forwarded me a thing about a cocktails and machine guns event. You get to shoot an AK-47. It's only crazy to think that my mother would be looking for a gun-enthusiast son-in-law.

Anyone good with Spanish and/or other related languages? I have a friend who has an American father and a Spanish mother, and is married to a man of Central or South American heritage, and they live in Spain. The just had a baby named Axa; it's a boy. Anyone know how to say that? Their existing daughter is Izel, which I am mentally pronouncing "ee-ZELL" but I could be wrong there.

Timelies everyone!!

So I'm in this play right now, and it is terrible. To put it mildly. Everyone involved is completely aware of its terribleness, to the extent that immediately upon rehearsal ending last night, someone yelled - "Who needs a drink?!" and hands shot up all around the room. So we all went out, tried to figure out a way to fix our failing show, failed miserably, went home super late super sad.

So of course my phone rings at 5:30 AM telling me to come work, which is /fine/, I need the money, but I do wish that substitute teachers could somehow be alerted at a more reasonable hour. I get here, it's a middle school reading class, all good and well, and now I find out there is some sort of testing today, but the teacher I am in for is not a test proctor, there's really no other job they can give me - so just hang tight for the next three hours.

All of this would still be fine, as there's an extremely chatty message board I hang out on (other than this one :p ) but it is centered around a TV show I am only a little bit emarrassed I watch, but since I was out way late last night, haven't seen the episode, and so I can't go to that forum.

The tl;dr version of all that was despite having no legitimate problems in my life at the moment this morning is awfully tragic. :p