In which I must be part bear or something.

It’s warming up to birthday time! I can tell because I’ve been getting gifts already. (I love gifts.) Someone emailed me an entire Ben Folds album, and someone else bought me lunch via Paypal. (Fear of Pop, Vol. I rocks, by the way. I’d already had a few tracks off of it, but listening to the whole thing in context is even more kick ass. I sure do love that Ben Folds.)

In contrast, the weather is cooling down. Rapidly. Much too rapidly. I don’t like it.

I usually adore autumn, but the days seem to have shortened much more suddenly than usual and it’s cold enough at night to see one’s breath. My physiology is reacting by wanting to sleep for 12 – 14 hour stretches. Since it got cold three days ago, I’ve hit snooze on my alarm for an entire hour each morning. I just can’t wake up and when I finally do my brain literally, physically hurts.

I’ve always been this way. I’ve been socialized to believe that I don’t try hard enough, that I can’t wake up because I’m lazy, but I can tell you it ain’t about my attitude. My body must depend on some combination of temperature and ambient light to process my sleep patterns, and when those things change so suddenly I get stuck in deep sleep and can’t get out.

Or something. (I don’t know! What the hell am I, a sleep expert?) All I know is that the temperature dropped 50 degrees from one day to the next, and I woke the day after having slept 13 hours and feeling headachy, confused, and stupid.

Yay for coffee!

Tonight I gotta pack my suitcase and tidy my room and get some of the boxes out of the back of the jeep. Tomorrow is my last day at work; I’ll be leaving around three or so. I have a 6:30 flight out of CID and tomorrow night I’ll be in Portland hangin’ with my baby bro!!! HELL TO THE YEAH, BITCHES!

Update: Packing for travel this time of year is a pain. I’ve checked the weather for PDX and Walla Walla, and it says it’ll be, like, 85-ish during the days and 57-ish at night. So I need strappy summer things and also jackets and socks. Gah.

My mom suggested that I use my luggage allotment to take some shit out to grandma’s, saving space in the jeep. She’s a genius! If time allows I may just select a box at random, tape the shit out of it at work, and take it as my second piece of luggage. I’d meant to go through my boxes of shit and consolidate it (most of them are half garbage anyway, I think) next week, so I don’t really have anything that I know contains only stuff I want at this particular juncture.

Moving. Such a pain in the ass!