What a difference a day makes...
Jan. 22nd, 2005 10:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annwfynIt turns out that what my fragile little brain needed was a night of relaxing, not doing too much, not having too many people around and an early night to make myself feel 100% better.
*sighs happily*
Last night was lovely. I got home at about 6.30 ish, with my kidneys aching, my eyes beginning to blur slightly with tiredness, and adrenaline still in my system from my tutorial (in which my tutor decided that as she hadn't had time to look at my essay, why didn't I just talk to her about the architecture of the centralized church for an hour instead. It might be worth noting that pretty much everything I know about the architecture of the centralized church was in my 1500 word essay. That doesn't fill in an hour!) and collapsed on the sofa.
After some flopping and some whittering at Jeremiah a plan appeared.
We went down to Chillis, and there was dinner. As all I had had to eat all day was some boiled potato (not an evil diet - more inedible canteen food at lunchtime) I felt entitled to have a pudding as well. Blood sugar raised to its good levels, we then came back to the house, booked tickets for the 10 pm showing of Elektra at the Showcase, and then there was a bath. A huge, hot bath with candles around it.
*happy sighs*
There is something amazingly psychologically cleansing about a bath. Particularly a big hot bath with candles around it (even if the candles were there because the bathroom light wouldn't come on). And then the evening rounded off with Elektra and then bed by half twelve. So much glorious sleep.
I think what last night has taught me is that I might be wearing myself out again. I've been getting more and more emotionally wibbly, and I suspect with me that nearly always has an element of physical tiredness in it. Occasionally it annoys me that it seems to take less to make me tired than it used to. But then I think I work a lot harder at a lot of things (like my postgrad) than I ever did at undergrad, so I might well be functioning on less spare energy than I ever did in my previous days of bounce and enthusiasm. I know the amount of travelling I do, with no real single solid home is also something which I think saps a bit of my physical and emotional energy on a low level every day.
And so, as I need to do every month or so, I shall now try and pace myself a bit better. I shall try and calm down my schedule.
*nods firmly*
Prod me if I'm not doing that, OK?
*sighs happily*
Last night was lovely. I got home at about 6.30 ish, with my kidneys aching, my eyes beginning to blur slightly with tiredness, and adrenaline still in my system from my tutorial (in which my tutor decided that as she hadn't had time to look at my essay, why didn't I just talk to her about the architecture of the centralized church for an hour instead. It might be worth noting that pretty much everything I know about the architecture of the centralized church was in my 1500 word essay. That doesn't fill in an hour!) and collapsed on the sofa.
After some flopping and some whittering at Jeremiah a plan appeared.
We went down to Chillis, and there was dinner. As all I had had to eat all day was some boiled potato (not an evil diet - more inedible canteen food at lunchtime) I felt entitled to have a pudding as well. Blood sugar raised to its good levels, we then came back to the house, booked tickets for the 10 pm showing of Elektra at the Showcase, and then there was a bath. A huge, hot bath with candles around it.
*happy sighs*
There is something amazingly psychologically cleansing about a bath. Particularly a big hot bath with candles around it (even if the candles were there because the bathroom light wouldn't come on). And then the evening rounded off with Elektra and then bed by half twelve. So much glorious sleep.
I think what last night has taught me is that I might be wearing myself out again. I've been getting more and more emotionally wibbly, and I suspect with me that nearly always has an element of physical tiredness in it. Occasionally it annoys me that it seems to take less to make me tired than it used to. But then I think I work a lot harder at a lot of things (like my postgrad) than I ever did at undergrad, so I might well be functioning on less spare energy than I ever did in my previous days of bounce and enthusiasm. I know the amount of travelling I do, with no real single solid home is also something which I think saps a bit of my physical and emotional energy on a low level every day.
And so, as I need to do every month or so, I shall now try and pace myself a bit better. I shall try and calm down my schedule.
*nods firmly*
Prod me if I'm not doing that, OK?
