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Weekly Update
Nov. 4th, 2012 01:26 amMade a quick trip to Albuquerque, NM last week. Instead of making the 856 mile, 13 hour drive, we drove to Denver and flew the rest of the way. So, we were only on the road for six hours. All together, however, we only ended up saving 1-2 hours in travel time, what with security checks, parking, late flights, etc. Still, we were far less strung out and road-weary at the end, so it was worth it.
It was a nice trip, although I could have done without the Halloween party. I'm not a fan of dressing up any more; I lost that bit of whimsy over a decade ago. I'm also not a fan of parties in general, especially 20-30 strangers. Some people see this as an opportunity to make new friends; I see it as a personal attack against my privacy that I must escape from. No, I don't know WHY I see it this way, but I do.
It doesn't help that my so-called 'super-liver' makes partying an effort of futility for me. I have two stages: sober and drunk, and there's no steps in between. And to reach drunk, I have to overwhelm the super-liver. For instance, the last time I was upchucking-drunk, it went like this: 00:00 Start drinking whiskey. 02:00 Second Shot of whiskey. 04:00 Third Shot of whiskey. 20:00 Thirteenth, and final, shot of whiskey. 25:00 Ramble incoherently. 30:00 Vomit repeatedly. 40:00 Feel horrible. 60:00 Feel relatively sober again with an annoying headache. 120:00 No one can tell I've been drinking.
Granted, that was 10 years ago, but I haven't tried to repeat the process. Drinking alcohol for me is simply not an enjoyable experience- it's not ANY kind of experience. Unless I'm drinking it for the taste (like clambeer), there is absolutely no reason for me to drink.
I was briefly cornered at the party by a girl who wanted to know why I was not having fun, and finally I told her that I was born without an pleasure centers in my brain. She sadly said that must suck, and I said I'd never known any different, so I wouldn't know.
Back at the office, we hired a new reporter who is distractingly cute; a Rory Williams-type cute.
Other than that, there's not much going on. Housework, etc. I slept better with my CPAP last night than I have in weeks, and I think it was because I turned the humidifier down to 0. I've found myself lately waking up at night and ripping the mask off, because I felt like I was suffocating in heavy, hot, wet air. Turning the humidifier down all the way helped greatly- I'd rather breath cool air any day. We'll see how it goes over time. I still get air leaks, but I'm trying to work out ways to sleep that won't cause my mask to be shifted, such as only using the edge of my pillow, etc.
Ok, back to studying for the A+ exam. I'm up to chapter 7, and it's going far more slowly than I want.
It was a nice trip, although I could have done without the Halloween party. I'm not a fan of dressing up any more; I lost that bit of whimsy over a decade ago. I'm also not a fan of parties in general, especially 20-30 strangers. Some people see this as an opportunity to make new friends; I see it as a personal attack against my privacy that I must escape from. No, I don't know WHY I see it this way, but I do.
It doesn't help that my so-called 'super-liver' makes partying an effort of futility for me. I have two stages: sober and drunk, and there's no steps in between. And to reach drunk, I have to overwhelm the super-liver. For instance, the last time I was upchucking-drunk, it went like this: 00:00 Start drinking whiskey. 02:00 Second Shot of whiskey. 04:00 Third Shot of whiskey. 20:00 Thirteenth, and final, shot of whiskey. 25:00 Ramble incoherently. 30:00 Vomit repeatedly. 40:00 Feel horrible. 60:00 Feel relatively sober again with an annoying headache. 120:00 No one can tell I've been drinking.
Granted, that was 10 years ago, but I haven't tried to repeat the process. Drinking alcohol for me is simply not an enjoyable experience- it's not ANY kind of experience. Unless I'm drinking it for the taste (like clambeer), there is absolutely no reason for me to drink.
I was briefly cornered at the party by a girl who wanted to know why I was not having fun, and finally I told her that I was born without an pleasure centers in my brain. She sadly said that must suck, and I said I'd never known any different, so I wouldn't know.
Back at the office, we hired a new reporter who is distractingly cute; a Rory Williams-type cute.
Other than that, there's not much going on. Housework, etc. I slept better with my CPAP last night than I have in weeks, and I think it was because I turned the humidifier down to 0. I've found myself lately waking up at night and ripping the mask off, because I felt like I was suffocating in heavy, hot, wet air. Turning the humidifier down all the way helped greatly- I'd rather breath cool air any day. We'll see how it goes over time. I still get air leaks, but I'm trying to work out ways to sleep that won't cause my mask to be shifted, such as only using the edge of my pillow, etc.
Ok, back to studying for the A+ exam. I'm up to chapter 7, and it's going far more slowly than I want.
