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Normal tea is a staple in the irish diet. cant live without it. Statisticly ireland drinks more tea tham britain.
I was starting to drink hot milk for a while but it started loosing its sleepy ablity.
Oooo! just thought of something.... maybe if you all gang up on me and hit me real hard you might be able to knock me out cold.... but then again when i fell down the stairs a few years back an smashed my head a few times off wall and sill which it smashed, i didnt even knock myself out! :blush:
Thats sad ...but then again you aren't the one being subjected to dreams every single time you sleep....thats what happens to me and the thing is some of those dreams came true...its reallly creepy.And these dreams are tiring me out...I feel sleepy almost all the time(except when I am at the computer).Quote:
Originally Posted by Niamh
Try taing a warm bath before bed or...listen to calming music...
vin, before you go to bed at night do this exersise. it might help.
close you eyes, take deep rythemic breaths, breathing slowly in and out until your body is relaxed. now visualise in your mind that there is a door and this door if open. you are standing on the misty spiritual side of the door. Step back through the door until you can see yourself standing in you room. close the door until you are certain that you can not see the spiritside anymore. now imagime that there is a pink light around you body. this is a light of healing. push it to the floor so that you are grounded in reality. now slowly begin to relax your breathing until it is normal and open your eyes.
let me know if it works.
printf ("My Life");
venting:
Why are engineers who use computers so dumb?
more venting:
12 hour shifts after 3 hours of sleep really suck!
and more venting:
moving sucks, its alot of work.
and some final venting:
my cd player in my car is malfunctioning, a small problem, but irritating to me. sigh.
Grrr. I hate raincoats - and scottish weather! Yesterday it was raining, so when I went out I put all of my stuff (keys etc.) in my raincoat, next morning, my raincoat has all my stuff in it so I wear it to school and guess what - it's sunny! So whenever I go out I (not to put too fine a point on it) sweat like a pig under my raincoat and can't enjoy the sunshine!:brickwall
Whoo...that feels better.
It's hard to keep on responding to unfair, unaware, uncounscious, friends and
strangers. I am working on being brave and facing my truth outloud.
Often being animated-alive scares people. do it anyway. Give them a gift of life.
"Trying to save yourself is like pulling yourself out of quicksand by your own hair." Wilhelm Reich
I think I'll pose mine in the words of Wayne Watson, a singer of gospel music:
I can smile, and make 'em think I'm happy
Lie, and say that things are fine
Hide that empty longing that I feel
Don't ever show it
Just keep my heart concealed...
Why, are the days so very lonely
I wonder when can my heart go free?
Who will dry the tears that no one sees?
There must be someone
To share my silent dreams
Wayne Watson, Friend of a Wounded Heart
Ooooh Pendragon.... my heart weeps!:(Quote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
Oh my, Drama, you are so cute :D.Quote:
Originally Posted by dramasnot6
I, on the other hand, have always enjoyed studying for maths while in high-school...I'd love to do it together with you (and lots of vegan cookies ! ;) ), I'm sure it would be more fun that way ;).
I'm sorry to hear about your sleeping troubles, Niamh. I hereby volunteer to read to you the Iliad in the original Greek every evening; it's has quite a sing-song quality, and reading it aloud was my trick for hypnotising nasty little kids at baby-sitting ;) :p. It worked 100% :D.
:as-sleep: :as-sleep: :as-sleep: :lol: (even the thought of it put me to sleep!Quote:
Originally Posted by Schokokeks
Weep not for me, Niamh, for I would not have your coutanence cast down or saddened. If I am anything, I am a survivor. The sailor rides out the storm without ever losing his love for the sea. I have been only wounded, and wounds may leave scars, but they heal. I am fortunate that I heal at a faster rate than most.
Many of my stories are completed, five sent to the publisher yesterday. Tis Saint Paddy's Day, and I sit in my green clothing, writing poetry and visiting the few forum threads I keep up with as I heal. In the words of Douglas McArthur: "I shall return!"
Thank you for your kindness.
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Pen, you're too sweet. Good luck with the publishers, and don't have too much fun tonight...
This is a great thread, btw. Rant on everyone!
You know I try hard not to complain, even though I have so many things I can complain about, like not being able to find another job, not being able to pay the rent/bills, having no medical insurance, wondering if and when I'm going to be homeless (I just foresee myself as a homeless wretch wandering the streets writing her insanity on the back of used, empty McDonalds Big-Mac wraps - the kind that are difficult to write on because they're made of wax paper)...
...but I'm not here to complain about those, or that my child flunked Social Studies last interim, or about having no friends and not having had a date / been touched in almost two years, for all of these are common enough to man...
...I'd rather ask the unique question: why do I bother entering writing contests I know I'm going to lose? Firstly, the material I submitted is religiously and politically charged; secondly, stylistically it's poetic/written above the ordinary person's reading level preference; thirdly, it's literature, not pop fiction. Fourthly, it probably really sucks but I'm too close to realize it.
I'm consoling myself with the notion that I consider Online.Literature to be comprised of the most elite thinkers, philosophers, readers and writers (which is why I'm here and have been here for so long) while the competition is being judged by everday man who is a member of the general masses, and prefers steak and potatoes to British beef brisket, especially British beef fed to members of both sexes.
And then I have the second question: why bother writing at all if one has no audience? What is the purpose of writing in a vaccum? Why don't I go to technical school and take up carpentry or something more practical, something that will earn me income, instead of stirring in the imaginary worlds of my own design and trying to unravel them before others (when there are no others?)
Why do I breathe?
Why am I, period?
Rant Off. Thanks for reading.
FHW-WOMB-MB (Future Homeless Woman Writing On McDonalds Big Mac Bags)
Who says you have no friends?!!
One of the "elite readers"here would be delighted to call you her friend.(and i'm sure not only me).;)
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if there is no furture,how can we go?
everything is trouble