strange

I had one of the weirdest nights ever last night. Either I’m seriously stressed out, or seriously delusional, or I suppose it could be both. I had taken some medicine after dinner to quell some stomach rumblings that were making me unhappy. The unfortunate (or fortunate) side effect of that particular medication is that it knocks me right out. So I was nearly unconcious on the couch before 8:30, though unable to fully fall asleep. Devon and I therefore went to bed around 10. I went right to sleep – and by right to sleep, I mean RIGHT to sleep – I think I was actually snoring by the time I fully laid down. I woke up around 3:30 in the morning needing to pee, so I got up and did that – and then forgot to go back to bed. No, seriously. My head was still medicine cloudy – so I really did forget to go back to bed for awhile. I was thirsty, so I went into the kitchen and had some orange juice. Then I remembered that I needed to take another pill, so I went to the bedroom to get it, then back to the kitchen to drink more juice and take it. And then I aimlessly wandered around the living room for almost half an hour – not actually sitting at my computer, but walking around it several times, wandering around the coffee table, looking for random objects, applying chapstick. Then, about half an hour later, I realized, suddenly, that I was still very tired, and that I could go to sleep for another couple of hours. So I did. It was so surreal. Then I had weird dreams about the wedding, and my parents giving us money, etc. It was all very weird. I plan to follow up that strange course of events with a night of tequila tonight – and more medicine. I’m hoping the tequila will add to the medicine and keep me in bed this time – although the good news is I can sleep as late as I want tomorrow, since I”m pretty sure that our plans for Saturday are cancelled in favor of a day of rest, due to the fact that Devon now sounds as if she’s dying of the plague – or, you know, has a cold.

Speaking of strange – for the past few weeks I’ve noticed that I’m a lot more irritable than normal. And it’s lasted for too long to be PMS, or something fleeting like that. I don’t think it’s a side effect of my medicine. Devon thinks that I’m burned out at work (and I didn’t have time to write an entry about how, due to an unfortunate yelling incident directed at me by a co-worker, they felt so bad that I got two days off, last Friday and Monday, to be exact, but given that there was the Leighann Sarasota trip sandwiched between them, it did not so much for relaxation make) and that on top of wedding stress and financial stress is just weighing on me heavily and wearing me down. She could be right. She usually is. But it’s so frustrating to feel so irritated all the time, and not know where it’s coming from or why. I don’t like not knowing. I have been feeling better for the past couple of days at least, so I do suppose there’s that.

Otherwise, it’s Friday the 13th….one of my favorite days of the year. I don’t find it particularly unlucky – I enjoy them.

Hope it’s a good one for everyone else.