Like a nandle in the nind

I downloaded a little book called The Trauma of Burnout by Dr. Claire Plumbly the other day, hoping (as I always do) to find more information about why I’m having trouble sleeping. And, hopefully, to find ways to improve the situation.

Am I actually burnt out? I don’t know. Being burnt out is more of a spectrum than it is a binary condition (“syndrome,” technically), so I suppose most people who’ve been teaching for a while are. Both mentally and physically, teaching is a tough gig. If you want to see how tough it is, take a little trip over to r/teaching on Reddit and see the horror stories that get posted there on a daily basis.

Plumbly’s book reads like she’s been following me around taking notes about how my day is going, which should make me upset but actually makes me a little relieved. It’s just nice to have a clearer idea of why I feel so crummy and to have some practical steps I can take to fix the issues.

For example, this morning, one of the first things I did after waking up was splash a bunch of cold water on my face, which apparently has some physiological benefits. Did it feel great? No. But my morning did go a little smoother than usual, so that’s a win.

I’ve never been huge on self-help books, but at this point I’ll take advice from anywhere I can get it.

Night mayonnaise

Had a slow morning. Up at 5:00 AM to drink tea, watch the news, and read a bit. That’s my general morning routine but, as I’ve posted about before, I don’t often sleep well. Sometimes I snooze until around 6:00, sometimes I randomly wake up at 4:00.

This morning, Good Morning America actually had a brief report stating that the Melania documentary was doing well based on ticket sales, which is an astounding thing to hear on the news. (First, that is an absolute lie. Nobody cares and nobody went to see it, probably including the first lady herself. Second, even reporting on this visual diarrhea is the result of coercion.)

The struggle continues to find a news station that isn’t complete garbage. Or, at this point, I suppose I should say that the struggle continues to find something to do with my time in a post-news landscape, because I doubt I’ll find any news channels that are worth a damn.

I mean. Were these news shows always trash but I just never noticed? I feel like the news used to have integrity. Or, at least, some broadcasters did. Now, though, I feel like I’d be better off hanging around a public toilet, jumping into stalls right after people flush and demanding of the swirling water, “TELL ME HOW THE TRUMP ADMINISTRATION IS DOING!”

It shouldn’t be this tough to find reliable news to watch.

Last night I stayed up late (again) to try and finish Twelve Months, but I only made it to Chapter 53 (of 55). As frequently happens in Dresden books, there are several climaxes all lined up right near the end. Each of the sub-plots has its own little ending that all fire off right in a row, which makes it really hard to put the book down. I’d say the only reason I didn’t finish was because I literally fell asleep in the midst of it.

I’m anticipating some kind of twist at the end. Not an M. Night Shyguyamalan type of twist, but some unexpected thing right in the last chapter that comes into play in the next book. It happens all the time in the Dresdenverse It’s like waiting for post-credit scenes in Marvel movies at this point. You’re sure it’s going to happen, but you aren’t sure how much you’ll care.