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Friday, January 6, 2006
I keep telling people that I'm getting smarter as I get older. And I am, in certain respects. But alas, it's like I have no memory at all when it comes to certain things about myself.

I'm amazed how clueless I can be about myself. I'm amazed how quickly I forget that sleep deprivation, for instance, makes me highly emotional, highly irritable and just down-right depressed. I forget that taking long hot baths feels like a giant hug and gives me a chance to relax and release my tears. I forget that 6 consecutive hours of Gilmore Girls sometimes is a necessity for that temporary escape from my life. But I'm amazed, mostly, that for being a fairly intelligent and observant girl, I lose this very necessary balance nearly every couple weeks.

Anyway, I got a night to refresh my memory on all this stuff and I'm feeling much better, although I did make about 45 phonecalls to my boyfriend in the process.

And apparently, I'm not getting all that smart with my age.