Where am I?

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It took a bit to come down off the adrenaline high from the exam and get to sleep, but I did and then I did. Waking to some buzzing mean thing, I did not know what was happening, where I was, when it was, or who I was. I was not sure what was making that noise either but I wanted it to stop and I wanted to sleep more. I found the source of the racket, and figured out what it was and from there started to figure out some other things. More sleep, yes. So, my fingers found the buttons and I added an hour to the alarm and reset it and back to bed. Once I laid down everything started to come back. The day, why the alarm was set, what time it was, you know, those little details which provide a larger view of the world. Oh, and my name, who I am, and some of the bigger things trickled back to the front. Good to know, I guess. Zzzz…

I did not quite fall back to sleep. I did recover for about an half hour though, more slowly and fully waking, and beating that dreaded alarm. I do despise the thing, if I need it and so tolerate it. If I were king, those things would be outlawed. Business would just have to figure out other ways of keeping going and people would just have to learn to wake up or not, then deal with it. Until that day I will just suffer through the blasted things. I have avoided the news, and will continue to do so until I get something back that the results are pretty much in and counted, though knowing a lawsuit or two could easily shake the thing up. This also means I will be ignoring blog posts which try to infect news into my mind stream.

Wow, it has been a tough two weeks with the two exams and exhaustion. I can only hope that I can begin to get ahead with the new situation. If not that, perhaps I can at least stay even. Who knows. With 10-14 hours of awake time and 6 hours of functional study time is a lot of time, so I think I will be okay. If it holds. I am so glad I took the risk and expense of going to another doctor. Even so, it is like my body just cannot pump enough blood, or fire enough electricity through whatever needs electricity or something. The will is good, the body is spent… or more, just not working. I spend as much time fighting it as I do anything else. It is like the corpse is dead and through will I force it to function. Too much force and the reality of it, the resistance from the situation, eventually and often quite quickly, simply becomes overwhelming. Lots of fun, in a way.

I best shower and be off to class. Have a good one and good luck avoiding trouble.