on the way to Kobe

I’m waiting on the platform at Katsura for Jaime and Paul.  We’re all running late, so it’s a good thing that there’s a tokyuu every 10 minutes.  I woke up strangely and things haven’t been going well since then.  I’m partially angry with myself – I’ve been in town for 2 days and have yet to finish this damn paper. It’s starting to interfere with my sleep – my dreams are so vivid that I barely get any rest. I wake up, eat, and want to go right back to sleep. And I’m getting depressed.  I was woken up by a nightmare at 530 this morning, read Anand’s blog for two hours, intermittently tearing up at memories.  I went downstairs to nick’s room for a few minutes, but he was asleep and taking up the entire bed, so I left.  I was trying to make myself feel better, but even snuggling up to him didn’t help – I was still crying, and he couldn’t make me feel better.  It’s good that he wasn’t awake, I guess – I probably would have cried more and he would have worried and felt helpless.  He all but pushed me out of bed, so I went back upstairs and played animal crossing and decided to attempt to sleep for another hour.  I actually did doze off before my alarm went off.