Hello, world

For lack of a more inspired title, I'm saying hello to the world.

Today is a beautiful breezy Saturday, and I'm stuck inside in the meantime, working away on the thesis. Hooray for comparisons within and between groups, p values, bar graphs, and tables!

Three dresses hang such that I see them out of the corner of my eye and I'm hoping that my brain will subliminally make a decision so I won't have to later. This evening is Senior Formal in the city, and it should be a nice reunion of sorts. But, with it comes the "what to do"s-- hair? shoes? makeup? jewelry? Being a girl is tough sometimes (hah).

Iron Man 2 was greatly entertaining, and of course I can't say enough about how much I admire Robert Downy Jr. for making an arrogant man so likable.

OK, have to fold my laundry. Yum.

Insomnia?

I laid in bed from about 1:15 until 4, at which point I think I fell asleep. My brain didn't want to function while I was awake, so there was no point in me working, and yet the second I'm in bed, something's wrong. I can't stop thinking about this and that, but once I do, I realize I'm too cold. Then once I'm warm enough, my pillow is too squishy. So, I exchange it for another, and lay there. Yawning. As if the act of yawning is enough to keep me awake since I do it so often, but annoyingly reminding me each time that I'm sleepy. Then I zone out, but I don't fall asleep. I tune out and let time pass, but I don't reach the level of unconsciousness, knocked-out-cold-ness, that I really desire. Then of course, I'm frustrated with myself for having had tea so late at night. But it's not just that, I've been having trouble sleeping for the last week. Why? Is it because I'm not exhausted enough by the time I go to sleep? Is it the new lotion that I'm using, and my brain is too focused on this new scent? (What'll I have for breakfast tomorrow? Eggs? Toast? Oatmeal?) Is it because I go from computer to pillow, and the light is enough to have messed with my suprachiasmatic nucleus? Then I zone out again, admiring the house for how quiet it is on a Friday night.

Before I know it, the sun is up, and it's 7am. I guess my brain had at some point gotten bored with remaining in sleep mode and shut itself off. And the sun woke me up. And I'm wide awake.