Woke up before the alarm, I'm guessing because it was so cold in my room. I have extra blankets, but every year this results in a vicious cycle where I sweat under the blankets, open them up to let the cold air in, which dries the sweat and freezes me, go back under, sweat more....I wash my sheets more during the winter (even such as we have it here) than any other time.
Never quite found the time to work out during work, and didn't get any more claims done, because all the appointment orders, retained attorneys, and dismissals had to be attended to.
I'm pleased with myself for the sheer amount of Adulting I did. I hit the gym right after work, even though I thought I was going to pass out about half way through, and saw my eyes watering and red at some point. Got fuel for my car, then groceries (and remembered everything on my list), then home and baked the cake for tomorrow's birthday party. Except it didn't rise, and it burnt despite being in exactly as long as recommended. My oven (sometimes) runs hot. Debated repeatedly about throwing it away, or turning it into a trifle, or cutting it in half and putting it in the square dish....no, none of that. Scraped off all the burnt part, softened the frosting so it wouldn't tear it up when spreading, popped it in the fridge for the rest of the night. It's still flat, but no longer completely fucked.
In spite of this, my brain went to some terrible places when I tried to sleep, and even before that, I had to remind myself while I was walking around that living alone in San Diego with a steady job (if not a career path) is hard to consider failing, and there are people who think of me the same way I think of guys I see on Tumblr.
I also had really strange dreams. The first was some sort of complicated battle puzzle involving troop A that could beat X, but not Y. If Troop A could make it past Y, combine into C, then go back and beat Y. But none of that worked when Dream Me tried to show it to someone else. I woke up from that dream...directly into another dream in which I was late for work.
Never quite found the time to work out during work, and didn't get any more claims done, because all the appointment orders, retained attorneys, and dismissals had to be attended to.
I'm pleased with myself for the sheer amount of Adulting I did. I hit the gym right after work, even though I thought I was going to pass out about half way through, and saw my eyes watering and red at some point. Got fuel for my car, then groceries (and remembered everything on my list), then home and baked the cake for tomorrow's birthday party. Except it didn't rise, and it burnt despite being in exactly as long as recommended. My oven (sometimes) runs hot. Debated repeatedly about throwing it away, or turning it into a trifle, or cutting it in half and putting it in the square dish....no, none of that. Scraped off all the burnt part, softened the frosting so it wouldn't tear it up when spreading, popped it in the fridge for the rest of the night. It's still flat, but no longer completely fucked.
In spite of this, my brain went to some terrible places when I tried to sleep, and even before that, I had to remind myself while I was walking around that living alone in San Diego with a steady job (if not a career path) is hard to consider failing, and there are people who think of me the same way I think of guys I see on Tumblr.
I also had really strange dreams. The first was some sort of complicated battle puzzle involving troop A that could beat X, but not Y. If Troop A could make it past Y, combine into C, then go back and beat Y. But none of that worked when Dream Me tried to show it to someone else. I woke up from that dream...directly into another dream in which I was late for work.