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I've been having a tricksier time than normal with my mood.  A friend told me about Action for Happiness and their daily calendar.  Yesterday's action was to write down three things that I'm grateful for.  I decided to write them on my hand as a constant reminder.

It definitely helped me to catch glimpses of that throughout my day. 

Even after multiple hand-washings, I saw remnants of it.  That was some kind of happiness voodoo.

This is a new tool that I will be using again and again, I hope.  I know that some days I'll be too embarrassed to do it, but I hope that eventually I won't give a fuck what anyone thinks of my mental health idiosyncrasies.

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decadence

I've decided to come clean to myself about my insomnia.  I've kind of been in denial, but not really.  I know I've had shitty sleep the past few years.  But it's gotten worse lately, and I'm trying to be okay with that.  Normally, I force myself to get up at my usual time (7am-ish) no matter how much sleep I've had. 

Today, I woke up around 1:30am and didn't fall back asleep until close to 6am.  It wasn't all bad.  I talked to a special someone on the phone for four hours.  And then, I made the executive decision that sufficient sleep would be better than on-schedule sleep, and I turned my ringer off.  Usually it turns on automatically in the morning.

And with no interruptions (thank you, Kitten), I slept until 10am.

10AM!!!

How absolutely decadent.  I immediately felt guilty and giddy, like I had gotten away with a petty crime.

I'm working on relaxing my health standards, so I don't fall into orthosomniac sleeping.  I definitely can get obsessed with bettering my health, for good reason (to avoid migraine), but I have decided that too much is not good for me.

spiderman, spiderman

I took a friend out to the movies for his birthday.   There weren't many choices, so we picked the new Spider-man.  To which everyone said, "There's a new Spider-man??"

I opted for the less expensive, yet still comfortable, recliner seats among the hoi polloi.  Usually when we go midweek and midday, the theater is half empty.  It turned out to be opening day for the movie, so it was packed.

Two little boys and a single father were on my friend's side.  One of them immediately spilled popcorn all over my friend, so I was thinking I was the lucky one.

Wrong.

A man walked up to the seat next to me and started setting up what I can only describe as a campsite, minus the fire-pit.  He laid a blanket across the seat and footrest.  He started undressing his layers and redressing in his movie outfit, I suppose.  I'm not really sure because I assumed this would go quickly, so I didn't pay attention. 

Wrong.

Next he laid out a three course meal, including a pepperoni pizza, a JUMBO popcorn, and assorted candy.  And drinks.  Plural.

He removed his shoes and had a second blanket on top of himself, until he was tucked into his bed.

This theater has tray tables that swing out to allow someone to sit down and then swing back to the person.  He left his out, which put his JUMBO popcorn obstructing my line of sight to the screen.  I politely asked him if it was possible to move his tray table towards himself.  He happily agreed.

And moved it two centimeters.  Douchebag.

Just that morning I had listened to a health expert saying he wanted to ban JUMBO popcorn in movies because it created a hostile environment for health.  I kind of laughed it off.  After sitting next to that pepperoni pizza, JUMBO popcorn, and sugary sundae smells for over two hours, I'm ready to sign that petition.

The smells were overpowering.

Despite my train-wreck of a neighbor, I enjoyed myself and laughed lots.  My friend told me that the little boy next to him was enamored of me.  He leaned across my friend and watched me most of the movie.  Every time I laughed, he looked back to the screen and laughed, too.  Awwww.