The Self Help Hipster Hell Week continues. Day two of hell week report after the jump.
I groan as Thunderstruck starts to play on my phone. This time I wake up in my boyfriend’s bed, so boyfriend groans too when he hears my alarm, but he has no further comments at this time. Which makes sense, because it IS FIVE O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING. I roll over and turn the damn thing off.
I jump straight into the shower to make this godforsaken hour a little more bearable. Under the hot water I’m doing okay, and I think: ‘okay, five o’clock: I can deal!’
But when 20 minutes later I’m sitting at the living room table with my Moleskine and a pen. And when the words don’t come to me easily, I again think: ‘Fuck you, five o’clock.’
At that point, as I’m writing, I realise that 5 o’clock is a feeling. A tired, drowsy, what-the-fuck-am-I-doing kind of feeling. I try to come to terms with the fact that I feel like I have cotton balls for brains and that this is likely to continue for the rest of the week. Oh joy.
I write for about thirty minutes, before I again, give up to do something that’s more enjoyable and more logical at this time of day: Cuddle.
Around 6 o’something I slide back under the covers for warmth and comfort. Even though I can’t sleep anymore, being horizontal is highly preferable to sitting behind an empty lined page while your inspiration seems to be flatlining.
Around 8 o’clock I get out of bed, and I sit down on the couch with tea and my working from home boyfriend. I alternate writing with reading World After (second book in the Penryn Young-series) and to my great joy the third book is finally available. I don’t know this yet, but it will come in handy later this week.
After a coffee and a ridiculously great grilled cheese, I go back home. I clean my bedroom from any further junk lying around, I make a salad, I go sit in the sun and write, I read World After.
But…I. Am. So. Tired. I’m just all low energy and yawns. The 05:00 AM thing is really throwing me for a loop. It’s manageable, but not enjoyable. At all.
At this point I cannot imagine that exercising will make me feel any better, as dictated by the Hell Week Rules, I go to yoga. You have to work out every single day this week, so okay then.
I hope it will help a little, at least give me enough energy to make myself dinner and last me until 10:00 PM when I’ll finally be allowed to go to bed.
I’m so tired when I go into class, but it’s really true: Exercise gives you energy. I feel a lot better afterwards.
I go home, cook for myself, go do groceries and even manage to type out yesterday’s blog post. Amazing.
I’m so happy to go to bed, because I’m switching tomorrow (Wednesday) with the Hell Week Thursday: Hell Night is coming up.
Keep you posted.