Sometimes I get insomnia. In bed, I stare into blank space, and I contemplate and I daydream for several hours at a time. I write in my journal and I pace back and forth. This derails my sleep schedule, or circadian rhythm.
When I'm off-schedule, I don't want to do anything. I eat little and stay home. It's as if the experiment of my life is broken until I can reset myself. Trying to get results in such a unknown state feels pointless, because I wouldn't be in control of myself.
Regular sleep has been a problem since 2003. Since early to mid 2008, consistency has improved, but there is still an occasional problem. In my philsophy, there is no plan or recipe for what to do when I encounter insomnia due to being mentally preoccupied. I made some new conclusions about that this week, so that was good.
This is one example of how, regardless of my environment, something has stayed the same.
Two Week Anniversay
On Thursday night at 11:30pm, almost exactly two weeks since my arrival, I "ate out". For the first time, I ate a meal that wasn't prepared by me. I picked Papa John's - I chose this place hoping that corporate responsibility would imply a clean kitchen. I got a medium pizza with mushrooms/olives/red peppers, some breadsticks, and a pepsi. Including delivery, the cost was $6. It tastes exactly like it does in the United States. I did not get any food poisoning. My roommates and I stayed up late listening to one of my playlists.
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