Day in Bed.

I spent the entire day in bed yesterday. Really. I got up to teach from 4:30-5 (yes, I changed into jeans for the lesson, and then prompted returned to my pajamas afterwards), and made a few trips to the computer and refridgerator throughout the day, but I didn't leave the 'bed mindset' until about 7:45 pm, at which time I decided I was being ridiculous and walked the dog.

Why couldn't I have done that at 7:45 am, you ask? I wish I knew. It would have led to a much more productive day, that's for damn sure.

Here are the things I accomplished in bed yesterday:

1. No bed sores. I was actually worried about the possibilities of this for a while, when I couldn't find a comfortable position to sleep for a good hour. That was disturbing. I'm definitely one of those people who can sleep whenever, where-ever...so...not being comfortable in my own bed...well...that sucked.

And so maybe I should have taken the cue to get out of bed? NO! I persevered...I tossed and turned and FINALLY fell asleep...

2. No drool. I don't drool at night, but sometimes if and when I take naps during the day, I do...so I was proud that I managed to stay in bed ALL DAY without drool.

3. No more dirty clothes! The positive side of staying in your pajamas all day is that you don't dirty your favorite pair of jeans. They're saved for a much better occasion...like...today?

4. Here is the most important...a good day of rest. I feel much better. I wasn't tired before; just kind of not able to see the light at the end of the supposed tunnel. I didn't even feel like I was in a tunnel...it was more like a hole...an outhouse hole, even. Eww. I can't believe I just wrote that.

As a sidenote: Did you hear about the guy who fell into his outhouse and was stuck there for 3 days before people found him? I would go crazy. Literally. I would never be even half-sane again.

I guess I don't believe that story though. I want to see it in writing. Then I'll believe it...because everything that is written down is true, right?

For example:
I have a Half IronMan Race in less than 2 weeks, and I'm nervous, but I'm going to be fine. Fine. See? There. It's written down, and now it's true.

I think I sound kind of insane right now. I'm not. I feel better than I have in a while, actually. All this excess drama in my life...the channel needs to be changed...

I accepted the offer from Rutgers to get my Doctorate. I'll be a Doctor of Musical Arts in 3 short years...and then it'll be Dr. Curly Su.

You probably thought I had already done that, because I never shared the millions of doubts and waverings back and forth. But. I couldn't decide for the longest time, and then on Sunday I just picked up the phone and called the teacher and told him I would come. I don't know why, or how...but it just happened. I guess I'm okay with it. Not happy, but okay. We'll see...I'll try it for a year and if it fits...well, then that's great...and it not...well, I can always change the channel again...

I just don't want to be stuck on Nick at Nite or anything, ya know? Those old shows are fun to watch every once in a while, but after a while, it can be hard to take. That's kind of how I feel these days, I guess. I'm stuck in an old Mary Tyler Moore re-run...

So, to continue this horrible metaphor...I'm trying to get out of it, guys. I'm aiming for a more HBO type show...with a little Comedy Central mixed in...you gotta keep laughing, right?

No more days in bed. That's just boring, and even though I accomplished that HUGE list up there...I still think that perhaps my day would have been better if I hadn't succombed to my mood and had just made myself go for that morning run.

It's a day late, but I'm heading out for it now...