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Night Owls [Mar. 8th, 2005|12:37 pm]
Zoethe
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I am married to a brilliant man.

Yesterday evening - well, no, early this morning - my nephew had to be picked up from the train station. His train was scheduled for 1am, but was running half an hour late by the time we got home from seeing "Born into Brothels," this year's Academy Award winner for Feature Documentary.*

Getting to the AmTrak station here in Cleveland is something of a trick, and I didn't think Kristi could find it alone. My plan was to go to sleep for a couple hours and then get up and go with her, so I'd miss out on less sleep. I went to bed about 11 (there was much dancing and squee-ing about the surgery to be done first), but - being me - could not fall asleep. Ferrett came to bed about midnight, and I was still awake.

"Why don't you go work out?" he suggested. I'm certain he felt me freeze up in contemplation of smacking him one, so he hurried on. "No, really. If you can't sleep, you're not going to want to do it in the morning. This way you can sleep in later, and if you aren't sleeping anyway...."

Which is how I ended up on the NordicTrack at 12:10pm. Then Kris suggested that I shower but not use any product on my hair so I can dye it red tonight and it will have been almost 24 hours since it was washed. So I have a brilliant sister, too.

But dear heavens I am tired today.


*Short review: This won the Oscar for content, not composition. There was so much grainy, jerky camera work that I found myself getting sick (Ferrett dubbed it "The Brothel Witch Project"). I thought "Spellbound" did a vastly better job of connecting us to the kids involved, though of course the fate of these children was much more dire. There was, therefore, still an emotional "hook" that caught at me, but that was more out of innate sympathy than skillful film-making. "Supersize Me" was a better movie.
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[User Picture]From: susitna
2005-03-09 05:11 am (UTC)
It's getting easier though, isn't it? I'm proud of ya, Ma.

I also had a late work out tonight, starting at 9:10 and lasting for about an hour and a half all together (although some of it had to be calisthenics back in the dorm. Gym closes at 10). I've been spending a little over an hour at the gym every day recently, and I'm starting to not onl enjoy it while I'm there, but actually crave going when I think I won't be able to. I'm kinda psyched about that :o)
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[User Picture]From: zoethe
2005-03-09 11:14 am (UTC)
Good deal, kiddo! Making a good habit of it will only serve you well.

Me, I'm having one of those stiff-and-sore, "oh, yippee, working out" mornings, but I know I'd hate myself if I didn't do it. (Having cramps doesn't help, either...)
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