This has happened three days in a row with the result of utter exhaustion. I'm tired. I'm so tired that I barely got out of bed this morning. I took the bus in, because I just couldn't walk. I probably won't go swimming today, and instead just head somewhere for a nap.
I really don't know what's going on with my sleep cycle. I think stress is part of it. We still don't have a home for our Tuesday and Thursday training sessions with my martial arts school. I'm really upset about it. Training me a lot to me, and I love going. I love the people there. I love being able to learn, and be my dorky self, and kick arse. I hate that I will have to change that all up. Worse case scenario, I switch to a Monday, and Wednesday schedule, but that means not only will I have to rearrange my entire schedule, but I will have to deal with students. No offence to students. I was one once. But even then I was annoyed with us.
Mostly it's the blokes who try really hard to be macho. That really gets under my skin. It always has. I also have lost all patience for people who don't listen which, sadly, happens a lot in a class entirely composed of young people.
All this to say, I'm not looking forward to having to train with younger students. I like my bunch of achy older folks.
Still, at least there is training at all. For that, I can thank my lucky stars.
Then there's the upcoming CanCon. I've had a peek at the programming and OMFG! it looks amazing. But I have to buy stock to sell at my table, and I haven't any money for that currently. Plus I always get anxious when I have to speak and be intelligent in front of an audience. So, that's on my mind.
I also have a pie-in-the-sky dream that the Amazing Flatmate made seem so doable when we talked about it, but the more I think about it, the more it seems impossible. There's that one, too. Maybe I'll write more on it, when I'm ready.
There's the stress of writing the sequel to Soldier, which isn't going well. And there's the question of Skylark and what's happening with that. There was yesterday's sad news. And there's the editing of Nights at the Round Table, and the filming of it as well. There's the editing of the God of War highlights. There's a lot right now.
So maybe stress is waking me up at stupid o'clock in the morning.
But whatever the reason, it needs to stop. I can barely function.
And no. It's not because I gamed last night. I went to bed at my usual time, thank you very much.
Also, while I'm here, dream interpreters, I need you.
This morning, when trying to fall back asleep, I dreamt a weird dream that was set in my high school. Yes, the one back in Australia. So, here it goes.
An adorable ginger tabby kitten delivered three dollars (Canadian, despite the setting being Australian). I picked it up, and it was literally the clingiest, most affectionate little things ever. I carried it around with me while investigating classrooms looking for Sifu.
Found Sifu, and suggested we use the high school — yes, the one in Australia — for the location of our training. Our martial arts classes become extremely popular. Little orange tabby finally unclings herself and trots off.
Actual cat wakes me up because he's an arsehole.
Alright, dream interpreters. Have at it. I have a highlight reel to edit together.