Activity/rest ratio

Well after sleeping for a week straight I am currently experiencing a bout of insomnia. That may be one of the tricky parts of being sick. Although I can do nothing but lay pathetically on my couch and watch Style network, I should try to keep in mind the activity/rest ratio. This ratio comes into play only when you are on the upside of recovery, have received a very sufficient amount of rest, have stored the rest, and now have no where to displace that rest in the form of activity at 2 am.
Today was a very conflicted day. I received an official judgment from the Superior Court of the State of California in my favor for the unpaid wages when I had first moved to LA. I really wish I would have just been paid in the first place, now my former employer will have to pay me twice the amount she originally owed in fees and interest. I am not particularly complaining considering we all know that living off credit cards while I was not getting paid is still hurting me, but I know that she isn't going to be happy. Ah-well, lessons learned. Maybe next time she will pony up the dough for the individuals she has decided to invite to work for her little, unfortunate company (no I'm not bitter, just purposefully sarcastic).
Although I was happy about justice being served, I need to take a moment to send my condolences to Lindsey and Shane. Shane's father passed away today, I am so sorry you are dealing with this. My prayers are with you, and I love you and miss you guys so very much. xoxoxo, Porn (for sister face, she'll appreciate it).

Realizations

• Pollen danger in California is a lot worse than in Colorado. I can literally feel pollen spores and their fuzzy little ends tickling my throat in jest. My eyes are swollen shut in the morning, and only halfway open by the end of the day, as though I have presumably been partaking in illegal activities. I therefore look like crap, cannot put my contacts in, and am going crazy. Hurray for hay fever and mother nature's little kick in the knee for using too much oil during the winter.
  
• The 405, 101, 5.....actually any road in general that will lead you in and out of west Los Angeles is a cruel government experiment. Let's see what will happen when we align people bumper to bumper on a curvy freeway, going no more than 10 miles an hour, for at least 20 miles, at the most inopportune time of day; the sun is always in your eyes. Plus, it allows for ample time for pollen to blow through your vents. Perfect.
• My new sweet stereo system (battery operated computer speakers wedged into my empty dash that used to hold my literal sweet system that was stolen along with every other imaginable thing in my car), sounds exactly like my phone when it is ringing. While listening to a tune (it does not matter what kind of music mind you), I will inevitably check my cell phone at least twice, 90% of the time it is a false alarm. The situation becomes increasingly worse when I roll my windows down, although with the bleak outlook on pollen inhalation and its results, I am attempting not to descend the windows unless absolutely necessary (like during rush hour traffic when I am sitting on the 405 for an hour, the sun beating through my windshield, blinding me, and making my non A/C equipped car hotter than Cancun on spring break)