I'm trying to write a resume and I found out that it's hard to write a resume when you don't have much to put on it.
*rubs chin*
...*scratches cheek*
The jaw area of my face exploded in itchy-ness yesterday. Why am I telling you this? Well, it just so happens that my life is so uneventful at the moment that the only thing worth mentioning is the abnormal surface activity on my skin. And did I just say "surface activity on my skin"? As though there would be subsurface activity on my skin? ...
*continues scratching*
Last night I the loveliest time trying to put my brain into "comatose" mode, meaning that I was up for maybe an hour wondering why I couldn't go to sleep and how come my lungs decided to get irritated and not work as well as they do during my waking hours. My asthma acts up mainly when I try to go to sleep, either because the position of lying down aggrivates it or because the act of sleeping (or attemping to; I can't sleep if I'm asthmatic) puts my body into "repair" mode, and by repairing itself it makes me cough and wheeze. My body knows best, right? However, the combination of attempting to repair itself and go to sleep don't mix, resulting in four hours of beauty sleep and waking up in a zombie-like state, mouth agape, eyes crusty and sore, and legs that feel more like Jell-O than muscle tissue.
That was a lovely picture, eh?
At the very least, I don't need coffee to get me up. I shot up as soon as my alarm went off and haphazardly made my way to my laptop (laptop before bathroom, how sad). If I ever need coffee to get up, then I'm in real trouble.
Okay, I'm not really in that bad shape. For comparison, my brother doesn't wake up until 2 or 3 PM on some days. It's not so much because he's lazy but because he really likes to sleep. But of course, he's also lazy. Just because I wake up late (today not being one of those days: I woke up around 8:15 AM) doesn't mean I actually get much sleep. Going to bed at 4 AM on a regular basis necessitates waking up at around noon-ish for a peaceful rest, the consequence being that I feel guilty for waking up so late. Eh!
What have I been up to lately? Yesterday I cut out more Poofies. I've been wondering how many I've made so far and all I know is that it's more than 100. Maybe around 150 by now. I need to redo the poofy shop to get across how POOFIES ARE MADE ENTIRELY BY HAND. Or rather, there is no sewing machine-ness involved. I ought to figure out how to use a sewing machine without it chewing up a poofy in the process so I can make MORE POOFIES! BWAHAHA oh lordy, no one wants that.