Monday evening actually.
But it doesn’t feel like Monday.
Because I haven’t had to do much of anything all day.
I drove my suitemate to the doctor. Which was terrifying.
Not because I’m afraid of doctors.
Because the roads are covered in ice.
It’s snowing outside.
Which is why I haven’t had to do anything this Monday.
It’s actually a really good thing that I haven’t had to do anything, because I’m in the weirdest state of mind. Have been all weekend, actually. Add to that the fact that I’ve been operating on five hours of sleep today, and my thought process and writing style just end up being…not sloppy. Sloshy. I think sloshy is the right word for it.
Something like that.
It’s not that I’m not thinking straight. I’m just not thinking in straight lines.
I tied my scarf around my head; I think maybe it’ll help keep my brain in place.
I have spent practically all weekend in this room. With my laptop. And a plethora of fairytale characters who’ve enlisted me to tell their stories properly.
I can’t imagine, as a career, being paid to listen to people’s stories and secrets. I’d go mad. I am going mad.
Perhaps some people would call this madness ‘being a writer’. I just call it madness. Lack of sanity. Complete and utter lunacy.
Did you know that Goldilocks is the daughter of Rapunzel? That’s where she gets her golden locks.
And that fairy godmothers don’t actually turn pumpkins into carriages? They’re far more practical than that.
I was wide awake until 4:50am this morning.
I don’t do that.
Last semester I decided that I was a night owl.
I think it was because I was so ready to do some deciding for myself, and the bedtime that had been imposed on me at home was a restriction I could throw off without feeling exposed or insecure. (I’m the kind of baby bird that you have to push out of the nest so that instinct will kick in and I’ll spread my wings to keep from going SPLAT. Hopefully. Most of the time.)
But I’m not a night owl.
According to the self-test we did in Psychology, I’m not really an early bird either. I’m one of those middle people.
Maybe that’ll change when I’m not in college anymore.
Maybe I’ll go back to being the lark who used to wake up half an hour before she was allowed out of bed and silently sing a 60-second-long song to herself thirty times every morning, all while wriggling with impatience to get out of bed and start the day.
That’s what I did every morning for a long while.
And then I just didn’t get out of bed in the mornings for a while.
And now I alternate.
Except for that one random night when I can’t shut off my brain until 4:50am because I have so many fairytales and plots and costumes and staging instructions and prices whirling about in my mind. And then wake up, for a day of no obligations, at 10:15am. Yup. Sleep deprivation, here we go.
If I could be on a creative high like this all the time, it would be great.
Except that I’m currently a full-time student. And this mind buzzing doesn’t work well in a classroom.
I may have sat still most of today, but my attention keeps bouncing back and forth between here, there, and the moon. Computers are good about accommodating for this. Professors…not so much.
Anyway, my basic point was to say hullo and to say that it snowed, and to take a break from trying to negotiate a misunderstanding between a handful of fairytale characters.
I hope your day has been at least half as nice as mine and at least five times more sane than mine.
OREO Wonderfilled Song feat. Owl City