IVF #2, 3dp3dt

I’m watching Tiny Furniture and loving it.  Lena Dunham is a genius and lovely. I love that she made the movie without makeup and with makeup and in ill-fitting clothes and uncomfortable conversations and irrational reactions.

I can’t wait to start watching Girls on HBO.  It’s going to be like S&TC, but better.  And realistic and stuff.  Though, I’m guessing, based on the movie, that she’s not going to be real like the kind of real where people worry about paying their bills and going to work, but more realistic like where we get a glimpse of what it’d be like to be privileged and part of an artistic world and still have problems, though not like the kinds of problems that the average person would call a problem.  Maybe it will be like a less depressing Sylvia Plath  or Girl, Interrupted.

I’m watching this movie because I can’t sleep.  I can’t sleep because I’ve taken 60 mg of prednisone and 16 mg of medrol and feel like I could run a marathon.  Except that I can’t because I’m not supposed to do any aerobic exercise.  I have a mild headache and my heart is racing, but not really.

Other than that, 3 dp3dt is terrible.  There’s no way to know anything. I meditated today and went to acupuncture and took a nap and made enchiladas, beans and rice and then I made monkey bread and this morning I did a ton of work… but the day IS STILL HAPPENING!  AAAAAH!

How am I going to make it through 10 more days if all the days are this long?  10 days seems a bit excessive, yes?