Rejuvenation.

It might be the fact that I actually slept last night, or that I’m on my second cup of coffee, but I feel great. This week I’ll probably sleep every other night, so I’m reveling in my satisfaction. I’m sure part of it is related to the fact that I haven’t been to classes today. I woke up this morning after having pressed my snooze in my sleep/semi-consciousness for about half an hour.
Speaking of doing things in one’s sleep, on some shitty daytime show this morning there were guys on who have sex with their wives while they’re sleeping. I’m talking middle of the night, don’t remember it in the morning, on the verge of rape, sex. It’s messed up. The one wife was literally concerned for her safety because her husband was getting so violent. Then, I was talking with my roommate and she said last night her man was being all mean when she got in bed and woke him up. She was trying to get him to cuddle and he snapped at her and curled up in a ball. This morning he didn’t remember any of it. I wonder what it is that makes the brain active enough during sleep to produce speech and move the body but fails to save the information as memory. It’s frightening, though I haven’t done anything extreme in my sleep. I sleepwalked once that I know of when I was younger; all I did was get in my parents’ bed. According to the story, they asked me what I was doing, and I said I didn’t know. Then they said, “Do you want to go back to bed?” I said yes, then got up and went to bed. They were simple actions and I was in familiar surroundings but if that’s possible then really anything could happen. I haven’t shown a proclivity for it overall, though, so I’m not worried for myself, unless my future husband is prone to sleep activity; then I’ll bring a rape whistle to bed.
Anyways, I woke up late and desperately needed a shower, so by the time I got out it was time to leave the house, and I really didn’t feel like rushing all over and most likely forgetting something important, so I slowed down and made myself breakfast, which was wonderful. That’s probably part of my good feeling now too; I never eat breakfast.
I have yoga tonight, which is one of my favorite parts of the week. I’ve been going all semester and will definitely miss it this summer. It’s not enough to get fit, because I've only been going once a week, but I feel wonderful afterwards and pleasantly sore the next day. Is it strange that I like being sore? I think I enjoy it because it reminds me that I exercised and I can feel all my muscles in a really interesting awareness of my body.
Maybe I’ll actually do some work at work. Shocking.