Insomnia

So I figure I may as well write something rather than mindlessly click through things for hours and hours and suddenly it's 2 AM and I hate myself.  I should be sleeping right now, but I'm so awake you could probably use my eyeballs as reflectors.  I have no idea what I even did.

Today, I ate fruit salad and cereal and coffee, quesadillas, hamburger rice, fruit salad, cheese wontons, fruit salad, and chai tea.

I like fruit salad.

I think the chai may be why I am awake.

I like data entry way too much.  I should probably explain this.  I am taking a class that teaches the basic functions (plus some extra) of several Microsoft Office programs - Word, Excel, Access, and PowerPoint.  We're currently on the Access unit, and there's a project with it because we're supposed to do projects to show we get the concept.  Well, I needed a minimum of 25 records for the main data table, and an appropriate corresponding number of records for other tables (I have to have at least two, or there's no point in using Access), and I'm choosing to do my project based off my Amazon book wishlists, but since I want to buy 825 books, I narrowed that down to a little over 200 books, printed off a few pages of various wishlists (I have anal-retentively organized my wishlists by genre because there are so many books), and from there, I got it down to 194 books and 118 authors.  I also had to manually look up the ISBNs for all of those books, whether they were hardcover or paperback, and in some cases, how much they cost.  I've been working on this for three days.

Anyway.  This is what I have been doing.  And I've been enjoying myself.  This is fun for me.  Fun to the point that I am pretending my other homework doesn't exist because I fear responsibility even though Matt says he's dating a valedictorian, but I'm not sure I want to be a valedictorian, but I can't accept less than perfection because then I am a failure.  I know that's not logical, but it's how my brain has decided I will view  college and I'm not sure how to go back and fix it so it stop doing that.

Anyway, I really like data entry and find it quite enjoyable.  I am a freak of nature.  Unfortunately, I have run out of data to enter because I don't want to overwhelm myself with data, but I also felt that in order to get a meaningful database, I was going to need more than 25 records or whatever.  At least I'll get the extra credit for having over 100 items in one table.  I wonder if they will give me the extra credit twice since both tables have over 100 items in them.

I say that word that begins with A too much.  I really should find a different kind of segue.  I am actually not a bad writer, but it is 1:00 in the morning and I am exhausted and wired and I do better with formal writing.  I am kind of awful at casual writing, I don't know what to write, and this is why I will never be a famous blogger.

Insomnia is a horrible thing to have.  I have class in the morning and I have to take the bus to work tomorrow because I think Matt is busy or possibly unwilling and he should definitely be working on his research paper because he didn't even start research on it until last week and he has known about it all semester.  I have no sympathy for him.  I shouldn't have sympathy for me, either.  I have been procrastinating on my presentation project for days.  I think I just don't want to do it.  I don't know why I don't want to do it.

My entire existence is completely wrapped up in school at the moment.  I don't know how I feel about this realization.  My owl coffee mug is staring behind me and to the left, and it's freaking me out and making me think that someone is there, lurking with a big knife or a chainsaw or a spiky gardening tool and once I turn around that will be my last moment and oh GOD why did I think of that because now I really will never sleep again and I won't even have the option of walking over to Matt's because I will be too terrified of homicidal farmers to go outside until it is no longer dark.

I need to make more fruit salad.  Or eat some vegetables.  I've been mostly eating fruit for the last two days, but the day before that I ate an insane amount of vegetables.  I need to make a grocery list so I can torture Matt with food shopping.  I'm sure he will be delighted.  But it must happen.  Fruits and veggies must come home with me and climb in my tummy and be happy.  Especially cauliflower.  And fruit salad.  That I make.  I am terrific like that.  Every time I type "fruit salad" I think of the Wiggles song.  Thank you Joseph.

Okay, well, I should probably finish posting this or something or click the publish button, that is where I was going with that.  I have to try to sleep.  Now that I am thinking about the Wiggles rather than terrifying things.  But this is such an earworm.  If you don't know that word, you are a poop.

BOOYA.

I don't know why I wrote that.