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4:39PM - Tuesday October 28, 2003 I spent Sunday in the studio, taking short jaunts out to rehearse with my dance troupe, Artemis, and to geek out with my guy friends for a few hours. I got all my work done, but I missed the last bus home by two goddamn minutes. So, I walked. It took me nearly an hour to get home. I regretted giving CurveGirl the last little bit of joint at the studio, because man, it would have been nice to smoke on the way home. It would have made time go a little faster. A it is, I divided the trip into increments: Woo! I'm at CurveGirl's, Woo! I'm at Durga's, Woo! I'm at the Fleet Club, Woo! I'm at the Frenchy's! and then finally Yay! I'm home! Still took the better part of an hour, and I got home at 1:20am and then had to get up to register for next terms classes. That's an hour of my life I'm never ever getting back. Oy. So, on less than six hours sleep, I attend my afternoon studio class bolstered by large quantities of caffeine. My exhaustion was coupled by cramps because oh joy of joys! my period started Sunday as I stood up from the wheel when Violet showed up early to pick me up for rehearsal. I got home from school and just collapsed in my chair and then dragged my arse out to teach a couple of dance classes. Then I stayed up past my bedtime helping Britt my Conspiracy Girlfriend write a comparitive essay on Turkish music. I helped analyse the rhythm structure and gave her the time signatures and stuff and some internet resources she could use. There's one or two of the pieces she was analysing that I may dance to at some point. I enjoy Turkish music. To be fair, I was also watching an Angel rerun on Space. I hate that they're on so late--I feel compelled to stay up and watch them and only get seven hours sleep instead of eight. It's quite horrible. This means that I'm still really tired today. I almost didn't make it to class, but I was good and went event though I just wanted to go back to bed. Again with the caffeine. I'm really trying to watch my caffeine intake--I had a bad caffeine-induced insomnia episode my first year of university nearly ten years ago. I had all these damn 8:30am studio classes, and how they can expect you to be coherent never mind creative at that hour in the morning is beyond me. I used to sit whimpering in the corner with a large cup of coffee and some chocolate chip cookies for breakfast until it was time for break, adn then I'd get more coffee. Then I'd have coffee with lunch. And then probably a coffee on my afternoon break. After supper my friends and I would go and hang out in cafes and drink, what else? More coffee. So yeah, I didn't sleep for nearly two weeks at one point. I started having paranoid delusions, mostly about people knowing my routines and thinking that I was too predictable for some reason. I changed all my routines, started ordering different things from the lunch-counter at the Student Union Building. I think it was the lunch-lady who was the focus of my paranoia--she knew my favourite coffee, knew my favourite sandwich... She really freaked me out. Eventually I figured out that it was the coffeine, and I cut it from my life almost completely. I had one hot chocolate in the morning, and didn't drink any coffee at all. God, it was good to sleep again. Did I mention that in the middle of this my sculpture teacher tried to teach me to arc-weld? I had a panic attack and fled the room crying because I couldn't see what I was doing. Can you say 'Freaked out?' I did get some interesting art out of the experience. In my multi-media sculpture class, I made a sculpture involving a styrofoam cup of coffee, two mirrors, and a cassette on infinite loop saying some spiel about routines and predictability. The coffee cup was reflected ad infinitum between the two mirrors. I called it "A rut is just a grave with the ends knocked out." So yeah, my paranoia knew no bounds. And now I don't drink so much coffee.
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