New etapa/epoca: week 1

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Hey so one might consider this as sort of a follow-up to my last entry I suppose. Lots of things have happened since, some of them cool. First of all I don't know if I mentioned it then but at that point I thought I had defeated my sleep issues by deciding not to take sudafed in the evenings, but that has pretty much flown out the window. At least I think. It all depends on whether or not I got a normal amount of sleep last night. At first I thought not, and arose for rowing resigned to an empty day of dull-minded oblivion, but upon observing my mental state in the few hours since I've developed the sneaking suspicion that perhaps I did. It's kind of confusing even to myself to explain why all the uncertainty. It's just like, when one is capable of laying for hours and hours with eyes closed, in a pretty relaxed state, and even with the occasional dream-like imaginative sequence, yet still utterly awake, everything kind of gets lost in the fogginess of things. Like last night I remember getting up at some point and being utterly frustrated because I thought I had been laying for hours in such a state, and then while trudging to the bathroom vaguely seeing 2:something flickering on a passing clock. But when I got up a little later (I don't know how much) to fashion myself a new eye cover from this piece of cloth I had purchased at a textile shop (don't ask for the story of that, please) I looked at the same clock and it didn't even appear to be showing the time. So not only do I not know if I was really awake for all that time beforehand, I also have no idea what time I got up. Anyway I must have been sleeping at some point around that time (either that or hallucinating) because I have this memory of Raquel in the dining room changing the sheets or something on a bed that folded out from the wall- such a bed being in reality non-existent. In any case, I got at least a few hours of sleep because I "woke up," I think, when my cell-phone alarm went off. I set the "sueñecito," hoping that during the five minute interval I would fall into such a deep sleep that I would miss the next alarm and not have to go to rowing, but it didn't work. Then when I got there the only people at practice were the other two americans. A pesar de todo, it was an absolutely beautiful row.

P.S., also I went to La Plata, the provincial capital, last sunday to see my first opera performance. The performance was suspended, but it was still okay because the city is absolutely beautiful and has a gigantic cathedral, various typical classical-style government buildings, and this gigantic jungle-like park called el paseo del bosque, which is filled with beautiful museum buildings and lush untamed greenery that makes it look like some mysterious archaeological site. Except it also has parillas.

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