Screen time

Hi beautiful people,

I know I shouldn't be here. I should be asleep. I should meditating. Sometimes I think that the screen really is going to reach out and suck me into oblivion. The screen time is brutal when you're an online student. I think I'm going slightly insane. One can only study alone for so long. Ridiculously, I've already spent three hours talking with a friend over flower tea while baking pumpkin chocolate chip bread in addition to having sort of socialized at a meeting with my research project team. And yet I'm still starved for company and communication. I'm probably the most ridiculous creature born under the sun.

Anyway, I don't really have anything profound to say, because I'm supposed to be asleep. But here is the insomniac. It's probably because I drank coffee... and after 10am. As an HSP (highly sensitive person if you forgot), it's very dangerous to drink coffee except for at 6am. Also, drinking even one cup of coffee a day affects your fertility. (This falls under things you never wanted to know... and trials of being a medical student).

I believe I've hit my manic stage of the month... where I proceed to make lots of baked goods and believe anything is possible. And don't worry, I'm not actually bipolar, it's all hormonally related (Another thing you really didn't want to know). At least, I thoroughly understand myself. I've given up being sensible though. Writing this blog is entirely nonsensical. My mother would be thoroughly horrified. On one hand, I agree with her (having been raised by her) being transparent on public ground is rather horrifying. But on the other hand, I simply can't see any point in being anything other than yourself... and being me entails being open and authentic all the time. I also think that the Internet with all its vast potentially corrupt reaches has an inordinate amount of possibilities and redemption to help and connect people... if we do it correctly. So I'll keep doing my crazy thing here - a genuine representation of zany everyday life with a dash of encouragement and lots of lumpy, chaotic mess.

Love, Liz