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The joys of classical conditioning means I now appear to associate lying-in-bed-for-sleep with being-jolted-awake-by-earthquakes, and thus going to bed increases my body's anxiety to a level rather higher than allows sleep. Rigorous relaxation techniques (beginning with a good fit of sobbing) and therapeutic daydreaming got me there eventually but I did keep getting woken so am now just a little tired and weepy.

By "just a little" I mean, if there's anyone on the internet who deserves yelling at, give me the heads-up and I'll give them a good yelling. I may start with everyone in New Zealand who thinks that we need a deep explanation for why Haiti's earthquake killed way more people than ours did. There's an explanation but it's not that complicated:

The rain it raineth on the just
And also on the unjust fella;
But chiefly on the just, because
The unjust steals the just's umbrella.
--Charles Bowen

When the earthquake struck, we had an excellent umbrella. Haiti didn't.

In the meantime, has anyone got some good jokes? Laughing helps too.

Am going to spend the day with family watching movies and then tonight I might try sleeping in the spare room and see if that makes a difference. Never fear, I'll probably be back cluttering up your friends' list again anyway.

--Argh, just saw a photo gallery of the uni's cleanup - the library-based pictures there are my library and I wanted to pick up those bazillion books. Seriously, I've been looking forward to that heavy labour since Saturday morning. Now we'll get the tedium of shelf-reading (putting books back in order) without any decent stress-relief. So annoyed. I mean, obviously it's good that it's been done. But. Argh!

In "my country is awesome" news:

We can drink the water again! Tested free of disease three days in a row. No more boiling water, whee!
Also, my Earthquake Commission claim got processed at 1am. That's some hardass business hours.