an unusually cheerful entry

[ontology]

Today I got a package from the marvellous charismitaine, full of books (including The Ladies of Grace Aideu and a Trina Schart Hyman-illustrated The Sleeping Beauty and new-to-me books to get to know!) and cosy gloves + armwarmers and bookmarks and a button and A VIENNA TENG T-SHIRT. Which was too small for her and fits me exactly and aslkhglhg!

So now I can display my mad love for Vienna in public. Also the shirt is v. pretty and has lyrics on it and yay. (The thermal underneath is also new and pretty but mostly I am wearing it cos the weather is cold. I had another excellent Goodwill day on Monday.) In case there is a soul left on my f-list who has not come to know the beauty that is Vienna Teng, I offer the quietly epic "Love Turns 40", which still gives me delightful shivers after a year of listening. (And there is an accordion, along with piano and upright bass and an excellent string arrangement.)

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Also I have been sleeping entirely too much and I'm not really sure why. I usually have difficulty with normal sleep patterns, but I was in bed at a not-unusual time (for me) on Saturday night and spent Sunday morning so exhausted as to cause mild hallucinations. I hate sleep-deprived hallucinations, because they almost always consist of me thinking that I am perfectly awake and doing whatever it is that I ought to be doing: in this case, listening to my father's sermon. I was so convinced that I was sitting upright with my eyes wide open and then I'd wake up and I hadn't been! It's worse when we're all at church -- Mum occasionally takes Heidi to the church we attended before Dad got the job here because they have children's church and we don't yet (mainly due to Lack of Children), and it happened to be one of those Sundays -- because Mum will see me falling asleep and shake me or jab me, which makes me very irritated because I am fully convinced of my wakefulness, and discovering that I have been sound asleep all of this time only makes me feel crosser. Oh well, at least I don't snore.

So that was Sunday, and ever since then my need to sleep has been severely disproportionate to my lack of sleep the night before. Not that I've been going to bed at eleven like a normal person, but my habits haven't changed much, except that I find it even more difficult than usual to wake in the morning, and spend quite a lot of the afternoon falling asleep again, waking up, convincing myself that I will go wake myself up in a minute, and finding that the minute has stretched into an hour. I wonder if there is some virus lurking in the depths of my system, waiting to spring; so far I haven't felt anything except a mild uncomfortableness in the sinuses this afternoon. Blah.

Still with the weird feeling of disconnection. Don't know what to do about that, either.

Comments

[burningstarsxe.livejournal.com]

I am constantly sleeping too much. I never get up until after 9:00. Of course, I'm never in bed until 11, but still. That's 10 hours of sleep, and one is only supposed to need 8. My dad usually only gets 6 or 7 and he functions quite fine. Sheesh.

[faeriemaiden.livejournal.com]

Adults are incredibly irritating that way. My parents are nearly always in bed before I am, and up far earlier. And they like sleeping! Curse this teenage body. :p