I am going to SUCH a busy camper these next few days. Look:
Tuesday Day: Sent off short story to CW professor for contest entry –> ACCOMPLISHED
Tuesday Eve: Dinner with lovely friend and family –> ACCOMPLISHED, YUM.
Wednesday Morning: Drive to freaking Austin to retrieve my damn credit card –> ACCOMPLISHED
Wednesday Afternoon: Go to campus in San Marcos & deliver Financial Aid audit paperwork. Also? Must register for Fall classes because I am an ijit and didn’t do so during regular registering hours, ferfuckssakes.
Wednesday Night: BFF Sleepover, now with packing help for various things
Thursday Night: Yoga with Mister Man and then home, packing for our various things
Friday Morn: (gawd awful o’clock) drop Mister Man at the airport, come home, and wake up The Girl for school. Finish packing costumes, whips, and toiletries.
Friday Night: Drop off Girl with her Dad, go visit Lance and Rob in Austin for Fearless Gaming/Writing Discussions
Saturday Morn: (gawd awful o’clock, again) Drive to Houston for …
Sat – Sunday: Comicpalooza (see handy attached link)
Sunday Night: Late drive home and collapse
Monday Morn: Drop off merch with BFF
Monday Afternoon: Chaperone young teens on a zombie video game hootenanny in what is NOT a date, dammit
Monday Night: Collapse into small pile
I am going to be so sleep deprived come Monday that all my conversation will consist of muttered movie quotes and startled snorts.
If y’all are at the Con, do come by the dealer’s room and say hi. If you bring coffee, you will be counted as a God amongst mortals and there might be active cheering.
Maybe, um. Maybe not quite this epic a cheer.
There’s this sticky note, pasted to the bottom of my monitor. It says:
Things to Make Happen, Everyday
Good advice, no? I am not always able to follow it, though.
Sometimes, laughing is hard. Sometimes my insomnia insists that I will have only the resources for stumbling through my day, yoga be damned.1
But still. I try.
Even when I am operating on just under four hours of sleep. Last night a giant storm moved through the Austin area. It was breathtaking. Beautiful. Freaking loud. I couldn’t sleep at all during it.
Reality seems a bit distant today. Just slightly out of reach.
Wish me caffeine, you guys. I am going to need it.
Um, Excuse me? I believe I ordered the *large* coffee?
1 – And before my yoga friends chime in with their somewhat inevitable “Yoga cures all ills, including insomnia,” I will simply nod and smile a bit exhaustedly. Because nothing cures all ills.
I had horrific insomnia last night. At five thirty this morning, I gave up and got out of the bed. I was peevish and teeth gnashy.
Not a happy place to be.
Eventually, I got everyone out the door, on their respective journeys. The Girl to school. Mister Man off to work. I decided to try and nap. What could it hurt? Even a couple of hours was better than the grainy-eyed hiss that was my mood.
I cracked open the window to get some fresh air and a little light. I like sleeping in the light. Not bright light. Misty and sheer, hints of honey and cream light. Morning light.
I lay in the bed, drew one of my beloved fleeces over my body. Sleep stole up to my feet and nibbled. Slowly, it devoured me.
I woke up for the second time with my throat and chest aching with tears. My pillow was damp. I scrambled to my office to write everything down, all of it, before it disappeared – for some reason the notepad I keep by the side of my bed was missing.
I hope I got everything. If not, I hope I got enough that I can write it. That is a story that needs to be told. It was … I don’t know. Haunting. Lyrical. Full of meaning and chaos and rivets and tears.
“It’s life, Jim. But, not as we know it.”
I hope I got it right.