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All weekend, my sleeping was marvelously fucked up. I'd fall asleep around 8 am, and be awakened between 12 and 1. Then I'd fall asleep around 3 pm, and wake up at 5 or 6 pm. Three days in a row this went on.

Yesterday, I made myself get up before 5, and did the Exercise thing even though I was sleepy. (Yes, walking at a sustained pace, and uphill, is definitely Exercise for me.) Very lovely, that was. And last night I went to bed before 12 am, and was asleep by 2 am. VERY exciting.

Except that my body, as usual, decided to get all the make-up sleep that I'd missed over the weekend, and now I've gotten up groggy at 2:30 pm. Which is better than it could be, but not, as they say, good.

They say people with messed-up sleeping patterns should keep a sleep journal. I'm afraid that this is it.

Now, today I'm going to go to Satire class and we're going to watch, I swear to god, The Rock. Starring Nicholas Cage and Sean Connery, yes, that Rock. In Satire class. I'm not sure where he's going with this. Possibilities:
1. He's trying to show us what satire isn't.
2. He just really likes The Rock. (It is one of the few action movies I genuinely enjoy. We have it on tape.)
3. He doesn't understand what satire is.
4. It really is a satire, and I don't understand what satire is.
5. The whole class is itslef a satire of a Satire Class. (This last suggestion is Stephanie's. It's my favourite.)

So, time will tell. After that, I'm off to carve more of Stinka's likeness into a piece of wood. Good times.

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