Insomnia. Falling on my head like a memory, falling on my head like a new emotion. (God, I love the Eurythmics!)
I was out last night, on the town with friends old and new. Things didn’t wrap up till after 5:30 a.m., and I got home around 6:30 – I was the DD. I couldn’t sleep right away, so I read a bit for an hour or so before I could get to sleep. (I’m reading selected works of Virginia Woolf right now, A Room Of One’s Own to begin. Next is the classic Mrs Dalloway.) I woke up again at 10:30. In the morning. And now it’s after midnight, and I haven’t even napped today. I haven’t had much of an appetite – poor sleep makes me a bit queasy, so I didn’t eat much and now I’m quite hungry, but I hate eating late. Also all I want to eat is sugar, and I’m trying to cut that habit. It’s making my energy low but not encouraging sleep.
I’m so tired, but my eyes won’t shut. I feel like I could stay up all night, watching movies or something. I watched Spanglish for the umpteenth time earlier. I love that movie, despite its stereotypical portrayal of latin women. I can’t help it, it’s Adam Sandler, he gets me everytime because his portrayal is so unexpectedly tender. Anyway. I’m sure a big juicy piece of chicken would do the trick to put me to sleep and fill up my belly and make it stop flipping around in there, but I don’t eat meat anymore and there’s none around anyway. The no meat thing is going great, but I’m having trouble balancing my carb intake, and too many carbs makes me sugar-crazy, which makes me feel a bit sickly and makes me gain weight. I guess I’ll have to up the fibre in my diet to counteract that – fibre helps to slow the digestion of carbs, so I’m told, and can prevent the absorption of up to 20% of the carbs you eat when in combination with fibre. Not bad, right? Bran flakes here I come. Too bad they taste like shit and need sugar on top to make them edible.😛
Maybe I’ll just tuck myself in and set to reading. Or put on a movie and sleep on the couch with my mini duvet. I gotta get some sleep! Tomorrow I”m starting research for my new project, a paper about Foucault and how his frameworks of disciplinary power and power/knowledge could help work that aims to end Female Genital Cutting. It’s a really interesting topic, so I’m excited about it. And Foucault is a favourite of mine, he’s such a genius. In my upcoming class this fall, the History of Sexuality, we’ll be looking at more of his work – I can’t wait. But to concentrate on Foucault, I have to be well-rested!!!
Please, wish me pleasant dreams and a restful slumber. This is definitely a night for my eye mask, earplugs, and a couple herbal sleep aid capsules!