Ambien does not mess around. Last night I vaguely remember watching my space heater breathe for a while before drifting into an eight hour stupor. When I awoke, I found a pretty flower drawn on my desk lamp (note to self: remove all permanent markers from bedside before taking perscription sleep aids) and an intricate henna-type design on my left hand, in what could only be yellow highlighter.
I tried to get to sleep without it, but after 40 minutes or so my mind wouldn't settle down enough to let me, so I went for it. I did sleep a full eight hours, which was great. I had a really bad crying fit this morning, but I did wake up feeling okay before that and by noon was in a pretty good mood again, even though I felt a little detached. I tried to take a short nap when I got home from a trip to Topeka with Ashley, but it wasn't happening. I do feel sort of exhausted, but today didn't seem as impossibly long as most days do. Still, the realization that Tuesday is creeping up on me and I'm not even done with one of my readings is a little daunting. It's funny--if the mood hits me right, reading history is very exciting and I can concentrate on it better than before I was sick. Even this book on the Great Depression is super interesting when I'm feeling up. Right now, it's just dragging on, but I think that's attributable more to the journalistic writing style of the author than it is my mood.
Anyways, I'm going to keep reading tonight as long as I can, so I sure hope a good mood hits me soon!
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