SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE

Ever since I've moved to Seattle I honestly haven't had a single good night's rest.  My friend who recently moved here (and by recent I mean 6 months) has said the same thing as well, and I don't know if it's my body simply rejecting the whole notion of a different time zone, or it's the fact that my anxiety levels always feel like they're peaking out for no reason, but regardless I always end up awake at a ridiculous hour and unable to force myself to sleep.  Usually how it starts is that I'll wiggle around a little too much, wake myself, and then my brain goes 0 to 100 in .5 seconds and I'm literally ready to run a marathon.  I bought a fan in hopes that white noise & breeze will help the cause, with so-so results. The other day I actually put on lullabies to help me focus on something calm and quiet to trick myself to sleep. IT WORKED. Next thing I know I'll have to drink warm milk before bed and buy a stuffed animal.  I think I just feel out of sorts still, but its already been 6 months here, I should be adjusted by now, right?!

Guess not.  Here's to another day of dark under eye circles.

my mind's telling me no. and my body. my body's telling me hell no.

so yesterday i thought it'd be a good idea to go to some kind of kick/jump/punchy gym class that made my out of shapeness so painfully obvious, and then chug 3 glasses of diet coke at around 9pm last night before bed. cut to me at 1:00 am with my entire body aching and the diet coke deciding to kick in at a really inconvenient time. my body is punishing me for consuming soda, so now i'm watching coachella youtube videos and daydreaming about vacations and a life with no responsibility. if that were the case, i'd do the following:

after being spoiled with having my sister & boyfriend here in the same week, i knew that i'd have to work extra hard to keep my spirits up in the time following. so far i just keep eating chocolate which isn't at all effective, but the sun's been out and work is busy so time passes in more of a shuffle rather than a crawl.

right now i work in a cubicle that lives no where near any sort of window, it's kind of stuck within an island of other cubes and a stairwell door. but i wonder if i did have a window seat, would that make for a better work environment? or would i just stare out of the window all day wishing i was out there instead of sitting indoors, making me both unproductive and bitter? i think i'd breathe on the glass and draw inappropriate things.

so in conclusion; 

now that i've watched the same video of postal service 5 times in a row i think i'll go back to sleep.