If you’ve been following my Twitter or Facebook you know by now that my husband had a drunk night. I’ve let him have a few recently. Last time was when he went to Norfolk’s beer fest, which he paid for by being horridly hung over for two days and wasn’t trashed completely when he came home, just very drunk. Well yesterday he was drunk when he woke me up (in the evening, I slept through the afternoon yesterday since I was up the whole day before). But after that escapade he ended up drinking more and got trashed.

Trashed = vomiting. I was watching him pretty closely and knew he was getting ready to enter the “pukey stage”. He starts acting like a horse when it’s time (lol, sounds odd but he does. He stamps the floor while lying on it, or generally makes very loud noises that I relate to a horse nervously pawing the ground). One thing led to another and the puke finally came… into the tub. Bleh. (currently soaking some pine sol in it to get the smell out) But he is snoring away now and has been for several hours in bed.

Needless to say I have been awake since then. I even took a trip to the 711 a mile away at 330am. And now, I’m about to pack a box of clothing to ship to my big brother which I need to take to the post office (biking with a box is going to be REAL interesting lol). Then I think I’ll get another Lean Machine and stroll around the book store. I’ve been taking notes and watching House for the last three hours so, I need a break.

But on to the title of the post, since I’m sure some of you are wondering wtf it means. Well, essentially I have decided that the reason I have been so utterly lazy and behind and depressed about life is because well… I haven’t been doing enough.  I have a tendency to get very frustrated when I begin to get bored, which is usually when my ADD is on the fritz. I’ve not been changing up my activities enough the last month to remain active. I try to do a lot in one sitting and that has never worked well for me (unless the activity is very enthralling, like when I go on 8 hours coding sprees without ever noticing that I’m hungry or have to pee).

So yesterday I went out just after the sun was up to get a smoothie and walk around. I was able to stay awake for several hours after that despite having been up almost a full day because my gears were going. I was getting things done. I felt good again. So today I’m sort of continuing the experiment. i’ve spent all night either watching shows I love that make me think, taking notes, talking to people, and checking on my husband/soothing him. (Which btw I still say I am the ninja of soothing drunk people)

And now I’m going to pack a box, shower, and go out for a few hours. Soak up some sunshine. I think I may take my textbooks to the park later this afternoon too. it’s supposed to be nice and sunny today (and is already). Heck, I may even go to the zoo. I’ve not been in several weeks now.

And to update you: I have been sleeping MUCH better since I stopped taking the prozac. No more nightmares every night, though I admit I am still having some odd dreams.