So it turns out I may not have been sleeping through the alarm all this time. Set it for 1 p.m. today and didn't wake up until six. When I did my phone was across the room, on my chair by the closet, and the alarm had been shut off.
So apparently I did wake up, and must have shut it off and gone to the bathroom or something. I literally don't remember doing that at all but I must have been too out of it. I'm just gonna set a bunch of alarms this time and that way even if I do shut it off in a sleep stupor, the next one will just go off a few minutes later.
That twenty four hour sleeping stint recharged my batteries a bit, but I think I may have to take a day off soon, regardless. Whatever bug has had me feeling sick and gross for the past couple of weeks hasn't quite gone away, and the sleep didn't really seem to actually make me any less tired. I'll do that soon, but I have to get a bit more stuff done first. I know I said this space was supposed to be for avoiding the topic of work, but I don't think anyone is actually reading this anyway. And besides, I won't really talk talk about work. The news of that suicide and the way the media is handling it just has me feeling a way, I guess. It just feels like trying to go against the current constantly at this point. No matter how much I try to do what I can, it feels like I'm not making any difference, even with the people immediately around me. I decided to take on journalism on top of the art because I cared about it, it isn't like it pays anything worthwhile ...
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