Too Damn Hot...

I want to blame the heat for the fact that I can't sleep and that yesterday I had the worst headache for several hours and I was just so tense and anxious... I had about three espresso shots yesterday (the last one being a coffee/espresso mix from Moonbeam's in front of the library around 9:30) and I was still absolutely exhausted. I can't remember falling asleep, though because I was just sort of laying on top of my covers in as few clothes as possible being mad and sad and anxious and just all around feeling sort of lousy. I really wanted somebody to come and rub my head so that the aching would go away and I could go to sleep, but I was also in that strange state of feeling like if one of my roommates say were to come over to try to make me feel better I would just punch them in the eye. Or else start bawling. So I just said 'Get ahold of yourself, woman!' (well, in my head) and then I don't remember falling asleep.

Goodness, and I had the weirdest dream... I have been having weird dreams recently. This is the second one since Sunday afternoon. That one was very strange and eerily symbolic too. Freud I am sure would have *loved* to get his greedy little hands on that dream, no joke. Maybe I'll blog about it sometime and see what y'all think, but at the moment it is too personal and relevant so I'll skip it for now.

The dream last night wasn't quite that bad. It was sort of funny too, if you think about it. Lauren, Maria, Bea and I were all invited to go to this party that this band was putting on because we ran into the guys in the band on some street and they invited us to the party. So we're standing to get in to the party and Bea and I leave to go get dressed and cute while Lauren and Maria hold our places in line. We come back and Lauren goes to get dressed but Maria had gone in to the club already. There was this counter in the club where you could buy lemonade. And there was this guy (he was pretty ugly and repulsive in my dream) that was putting lemons into a machine that would take the juice out to make lemonade and then Maria had gone behind the counter and was filling up cups with ice and holding them under the faucet to get the lemonade. I was like, 'Maria, what are you doing???' and she just kept filling up these cups with lemonade! I don't know, it was really really bizarre!

Anyways, I feel sort of better this morning (no headache, yay) and I feel better after writing a bit. Now it's time to finish my essay for the Dance and Culture in Latin America class. Then tonight I'm going to the Giants game!! Go Giants!!

Be Thou My Vision

Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul's Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of heaven, my victory won,
May I reach heaven's joys, O bright heaven's Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.



Sigh, I like this hymn a lot.