The sugar cravings aren’t so bad today, and I’m rediscovering garlic. It smells terrible, but I love the flavor with tuna, spinach, tomato, and cous cous. Also? I’m distracting myself for hours at a time playing on this calorie and activity tracking website. Unfortunately it doesn’t have any of the brands I use here in NZ. I wonder if there’s a website like it based here?? I should google that.
I did not sleep very well last night. First I kept waking up every couple of hours to stare at the clock. (No, brain. It is not 8am yet. It is, in fact 2am. We’re not getting up.)
Second, last night I blocked a kick with my shin, or someone blocked MY kick with their shin (I’m a little unclear about exactly what happened) and the result was intense pain. Intense roll on the floor and cry pain. Only, naturally I didn’t roll on the floor and cry, because: ew. Also? I’m a total badass like that.
Anyway, the pain didn’t even really set in until after I’d stopped moving while I was on my way home. By the time I got to bed my shin felt like it had curled up, reached around, and sunk it’s teeth into my calf muscle in order to quiet it’s shrieks of pain.
It was not conducive to a good nights rest.
Third, I get really vivid dreams at the moment, and most of the time they’re not nice vivid dreams. Last night I woke up after the worlds worst road trip, where I managed to fight with people who didn’t want me there, and cause huge permanent rifts with family members and friends. I woke up with that awful sinking feeling you get when you’ve done something you can’t ever undo, and it’s going to cause major damage.
I hate fighting with people in real life. Tension kind of gets me all riled up and jumpy – so naturally I HATE doing in my dreams. Unfortunately I don’t seem to get a choice. Most nights my dreams are stressful situations, awful things, guilty feelings, awful tension, doom and gloom, panic, and horror.
Thankfully my waking life is a whole bunch nicer than my dreams these days, byt still: Dreams like this are not a pleasant way to great the day.
Sometimes the voices in my dreams yell so loud I jolt awake, and check that my flatties aren’t standing outside my room trying to get my attention.
What do you dream about?