Do me good

I promise I won't be any more focused than usually. I'm totally fallen apart at the moment. You know, keeping up the mood flow or whatever.
Honestly, I went to bed at 10 yesterday evening but nothing came out of it. I felt too hot, my pulse started to beat in my right ear, etc. etc. I'm not a good sleeper and not a patient one, either. So when I came home from my early class I couldn't help literally falling into bed yet again. Then I woke up at about 1.30 pm and haven't done much since. At least I watched a considerably good movie, In Her Shoes. I realized that I'm at a period of my life when somehow a part of me is yearning for Anglo-Saxon chick lit and chick movies and chick whatever. Speaking of which, I keep on reading Gilbert and have found further interesting points in it.
For example, there was a part describing how she hated the Gurugita, a 182-verse-long sanskrit mantra that they had to chant every morning (before breakfast, that is) for about one and half an hour. And it made her sweat and curse and protest, etc. Then she asked one of the monks if he'd allow her to skip it, and the monk said that the way she reacted to the mantra proved that it did her good. So he advised her never to skip the mantra from then on. I read this passage on the way home after my class when I was thinking about how I always try to lead discussion in English then get stuck with Hungarian in the end. Which of course is not beneficial for me, nor for my students. Actually, if the master teachers knew about it probably I'd be in trouble. So finally I concluded that this English-only issue is similar to Gilbert's problem with the Gurugita, and that it is something I cannot avoid for long, and since there's no special recipe on how to do it I have no option but... do it.