Saturday morning ramblings
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It's almost no longer Saturday morning, but I guess that can't be helped.
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say
I still have a lot of things to do today. I want to do a bit more cleaning, and in theory I'm supposed to be doing something for my birthday with Prospero's Daughter and
lux80. I'll have to call them or email them. Well, email Prospero's Daughter, since
lux80 only checks her email every six weeks or so. ;)
The past few days have gone by pretty much without incident, which is saying quite a lot. I went to see Les Triplettes de Belleville with my parents on New Year's Day, which was a hysterically funny animated film, very French and very cynical and completely off-the-wall, about a grandmother whose grandson, a contender for the Tour de France, is kidnapped by the French Wine Mafia. She sets out to rescue him, crossing the Atlantic in a pedal boat, and that's the most believable part of the story. We had a lot of fun watching it. All the characters are quirky and weird and ugly and endearing as all get-out. Definitely something to see if you're feeling in a weird and light-hearted mood.
New Year's Eve was spent with Prospero's Daughter and
lux80 and her friend Tom from Calgary (who has the cutest-sounding "Eh" I've ever heard). We played the "Buffy" board game, and Good won again, but this time it was a close call. I was the last player standing, playing Willow, who had three life points, and The Judge had one life point, and it was really a matter of luck. The game was summed up thus.
Prospero's Daughter: Evil nearly won!
Me: Then Willow summoned it. (Thanks to a handy "summon Evil" card I had, which enabled poor Willow to engage The Judge in hand-to-hand combat)
Prospero's Daughter: Evil: Oh shit!
It was amusing, but
lux80 and Tom were bored out of their skulls by then. We also watched Prospero's Daughter play The Sims for a while (I'm still thoroughly appalled by that game, because so many aspects of it seem completely arbitrary to me: for instance, characters can only make love in one type of bed!).
Then we watched Hush, which is still arguably one of the best Buffy episodes ever, except that Tom apparently talks even more during TV and movies than I do, which is saying a lot. My RL friends who have been to movies with me can vouch for this: I am one very chatty girl. He talked nonstop throughout the episode. Perhaps it wasn't a good idea to put a silent episode in first. At least if there had been dialogue he would have been forced to be silent to hear what was going on. As it was, he missed the point of it being a *silent* episode. ^_-
We drank bubbly wine and played "A Question of Scruples" which didn't last very long because Tom kept answering questions with questions. All in all, we had a very fun time. :)
Meds Talk
The one thing I don't like about the new meds is that they're keeping me asleep until mid-day. I'm going to be stopping the Seroquel once my meds doc gets back, as that's the culprit, but I'm also nervous, as it's the Seroquel that actually gets me to sleep as well. I think. I like sleeping.
I hope that once I'm off the Seroquel I won't go back to not sleeping. That would suck. But only having ten or eleven hours in my day sucks as well. Ideally I'd like to get up around 7am and go to bed at around 10pm. That would give me nine hours of sleep, which is about what I need usually to function at my peak. I need a little bit more than the average person to feel really good. Yes, I'm a wuss, get over it now.
Right now, I'm going to bed at about 10:30, and not getting up until 11:30 or 12:00, and even then I'm dragging myself out of bed because I know I have to get up or nothing will get done. Thirteen hours of sleep is too much.
On a related note, I don't know how people on more than a therapeutic dose of Seroquel do it. How does a schizophrenic on 600mg a day do it? Do they sleep for nineteen hours or what? Or do they get accustomed to it after a while? I'm on 25mg once at night and it puts me out for thirteen hours no questions asked. O_O
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say
I still have a lot of things to do today. I want to do a bit more cleaning, and in theory I'm supposed to be doing something for my birthday with Prospero's Daughter and
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The past few days have gone by pretty much without incident, which is saying quite a lot. I went to see Les Triplettes de Belleville with my parents on New Year's Day, which was a hysterically funny animated film, very French and very cynical and completely off-the-wall, about a grandmother whose grandson, a contender for the Tour de France, is kidnapped by the French Wine Mafia. She sets out to rescue him, crossing the Atlantic in a pedal boat, and that's the most believable part of the story. We had a lot of fun watching it. All the characters are quirky and weird and ugly and endearing as all get-out. Definitely something to see if you're feeling in a weird and light-hearted mood.
New Year's Eve was spent with Prospero's Daughter and
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Prospero's Daughter: Evil nearly won!
Me: Then Willow summoned it. (Thanks to a handy "summon Evil" card I had, which enabled poor Willow to engage The Judge in hand-to-hand combat)
Prospero's Daughter: Evil: Oh shit!
It was amusing, but
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Then we watched Hush, which is still arguably one of the best Buffy episodes ever, except that Tom apparently talks even more during TV and movies than I do, which is saying a lot. My RL friends who have been to movies with me can vouch for this: I am one very chatty girl. He talked nonstop throughout the episode. Perhaps it wasn't a good idea to put a silent episode in first. At least if there had been dialogue he would have been forced to be silent to hear what was going on. As it was, he missed the point of it being a *silent* episode. ^_-
We drank bubbly wine and played "A Question of Scruples" which didn't last very long because Tom kept answering questions with questions. All in all, we had a very fun time. :)
Meds Talk
The one thing I don't like about the new meds is that they're keeping me asleep until mid-day. I'm going to be stopping the Seroquel once my meds doc gets back, as that's the culprit, but I'm also nervous, as it's the Seroquel that actually gets me to sleep as well. I think. I like sleeping.
I hope that once I'm off the Seroquel I won't go back to not sleeping. That would suck. But only having ten or eleven hours in my day sucks as well. Ideally I'd like to get up around 7am and go to bed at around 10pm. That would give me nine hours of sleep, which is about what I need usually to function at my peak. I need a little bit more than the average person to feel really good. Yes, I'm a wuss, get over it now.
Right now, I'm going to bed at about 10:30, and not getting up until 11:30 or 12:00, and even then I'm dragging myself out of bed because I know I have to get up or nothing will get done. Thirteen hours of sleep is too much.
On a related note, I don't know how people on more than a therapeutic dose of Seroquel do it. How does a schizophrenic on 600mg a day do it? Do they sleep for nineteen hours or what? Or do they get accustomed to it after a while? I'm on 25mg once at night and it puts me out for thirteen hours no questions asked. O_O
Sims
Date: 2004-01-03 10:23 am (UTC)Re: Sims
Date: 2004-01-03 11:51 am (UTC)I rather like hot tubs as a rule, though. They're nice, as long as proper sanitary procedure is followed (showers and whatnot, just like for a swimming pool).
Buffy
Date: 2004-01-03 11:42 am (UTC)Hush... is that the one with The Gentlemen? Yeah, the silence give a kind of a neat spin to that episode.
Re: Buffy
Date: 2004-01-03 11:49 am (UTC)The board game is pretty good, although it has no regard whatsoever for continuity, since it encompasses Seasons 1 through 4. ^_-
You have to have a minimum of two players (although I *heartily* recommend having at least four if not five), and it takes a long time to set up the first time. Afterwards you get used to it and it doesn't take as long. The first time is a pain, though.
The rules also aren't very clear. It's a good idea, but not very well executed. Good for people who've watched the show and who're into it, kind of boring for those who haven't seen it.
no subject
Date: 2004-01-03 05:55 pm (UTC)Hey, I need between eight and ten (preferably the latter) to function as a human being... Otherwise I have this insatiable desire to pound those who annoy me ;)