Isn't It Ironic?

Yesterday when I was in the hospital, I thought I would lose my mind out of boredom. It didn't help that the doctor told me at 1:30ish I could go home, but I didn't actually get out until after 5:00. I was dozing on and off, but you may know it's difficult to get much sleep in the hospital. My friend who picked me up told me I must be tired because I was flitting from subject to subject and not making a whole lot of sense. It isn't unusual for me to go on tangents, but I do usually make sense. I really was tired and thought I'd fall asleep immediately. I didn't. It was about ten or eleven when I went to sleep, and I woke up at 2:30 in the morning. I tried a while to go back to sleep, but by 3:00 I was up making coffee.

That's not the ironic part. Once I got up, I did laundry and cleaned up, then I wrapped some Christmas presents and worked on some gifts. At some point fairly early (but which seemed kind of late to me, having gotten up so early), I decided all I wanted to do was lie down and rest. And that's the irony: when I'm "forced" to rest, I have such a hard time; when no one is forcing me and I have plenty of things I could be doing, it's all I want to do. I think it was okay to devote most of my day to resting today. It's been a weird week, especially with the hospital visit punctuating its end. Next week, I have two days of finals. After that, I can rest as much as I like, though I think I'll spend more time doing things around the house than resting. Yes, I know this is all rather humdrum, but my day has been blissfully dull, so I don't have much to write about.