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It's How I Feel*

This morning I feel happy and sleepy and I want to know why my body refuses to sleep through the night or past 7 am, even when I beg it. And I miss Vancouver and all of my friends and I wish we could watch Game 6 together, although I also like the current company I'm keeping for hockey watching here in Toronto, and I feel quite blessed and content, but I'm ready to be done my job, and WHY CAN'T I SLEEP like a normal person? And this training-with-no-end will finally come to an end, after one more day of sitting and talking and learning. I'm looking forward to it, but I am ready for it to be over and I don't have any more Saturdays I can spend inside learning now that it is summer and I need to be outside walking or I am going to die in Spain.

Like Kirsten said in an email last night, "Crappity crap bang."

Crappity crap bang.





*Obscure Mike Birbiglia reference FTW. Favourite inside quote with Aban, who always understands how it is meant to be heard, and the accompanying hand gesture/shrug.
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  1. Anonymous10:23 PM

    You should try melatonin. It'll help regulate your sleep cycle. Try to make sure you are sleeping in complete (or as complete as you can get it) darkness. When your brain registers light (even through your eyelids) it interrupts the sleep cycle and prevents melatonin from being produced. So taking it will trick the brain into completing the cycle. It's not addictive, so it's a good alternative to sleeping pills.

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  2. Beth11:59 PM

    I've tried melatonin in the past - no luck. But I've started using an eye mask, and maybe I'm just imagining it, but it seems to help! So maybe the darkness factor is my problem.

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