OITNB and other late night quandaries

It would be cute if I had THIS under the covers :)

I have about 10 minutes before I should be taking a shower and getting ready to go to the Saturday market for work up in Oro Valley. Hmmm...I WILL be wearing a hat anyways, maybe I can just skip the shower and wash my face. That's probably what I will do. I didn't sweat much yesterday, seeing as it was a bit colder for Tucson. I showed up at the Friday market with my short-sleeved, pink, oversized sweater shirt and leggings, and my purple, thick scarf. It wasn't enough to keep my numerous arm hairs from standing on end. Scott had to shield me with his body, acting like a wall against the wind, which was surprisingly strong. The cloud-cover was beautiful, but seeing the sun would've made it that much warmer, so instead I shivered next to Scott as he told me about his evening with Denise: Going out to see the Olive Oil Man in a theatre show, an after-party to attend afterwards, all until around midnight, THEN get up at 4:00am like normal to get to the markets, all of them. Oh Geez, Denise will be tired. Of course she won't show it, and I will  because I couldn't stop waking up this morning. 2:00, 3:05 and then 4:00 finally for work. Same thing yesterday. It's definitely teaching me to go back to bed even though my mind is saying, "welp! Time to stay up! If you're up, you're up!" I told it, "No way. Get back into bed, you're going to be so smashingly tired tomorrow. Just. Crawl. Back. Under. The. Covers. There you go."

Last night, as I was struggling to get to sleep, my arm and shoulder started burning like there was no tomorrow. What could that mean, I'm not sure. It was certainly one of the most painful things I've had in awhile. I just massaged this way and that, praying I'd get to sleep at some point. As soon as I'd start to rest, the burning would amplify and move around, and I'd be at a loss trying to capture its origins with my fingers. I found a few spots right along my spine that seemed to help a bit, and I pressed down hard for a few breaths in order to feel the chemical reaction in the muscles to Let Go Let Go Let Go! I tried reading some of my French Contes finally, which always puts me to sleep. I kept the classical music from Musique Francaise on, but at 2:00am turned it off. I think it might not be helping because it's too loud or something.

At least it wasn't sex this time. I think Orange is the New Black killed that in me for a few nights. It has so much sex and disturbing content. Ugh! It makes me sick just thinking about it. And yet, I can't seem to get over it and am drawn back to maybe watching the next episode...errrgggg. Addictive personality. I want to be careful what I become addicted to though. I started watching it because of my theatre class at Pima, everyone was all about it, but I don't know....I'd like to talk about it with people, but it's so intensely personal and gritty and gross and I don't know if I want that to color my perspective. I'd rather watch something else...something that doesn't explore race, sex, abortion, rape, lesbianism, prison guard-inmate relations, cleanliness or lack thereof etc in such detail. I'd rather watch something about the human spirit triumphing over something...maybe that's what this is, in this day and age...I'll letcha know.