My whole life seems to be focusing itself around my extremely irregular sleep schedule. My days start early, which is a bad thing when sleep is so useful. I hate staying up late, tonight being a perfect example. I just have issues actually getting to my bed. Things always seem to get in my way.
Every night is a battle between the midnight snack or last homework problem and the soft feather pillow and warm comforter. The crossfire is just brutal and not a little unpleasant, really. Just watching the clock tick past eleven is physically painful. It's always so hard to get ready for bed and just pass out. It should be easy, but my head works too poorly at night to realize that (This is also a perfect explanation as to why my late-nights blog posts never meet the standard I want them to). I think, or at least I hope, that this struggle doesn't just happen to me.
Is it just me, or is everyone in need of a good 40 winks every now and then? It's a good question to ponder, really. I don't remember going without heavy eyelids for a whole week. The only sincere answer answer to "How are you?" is "Tired." But I guess that's just how it goes. We overload ourselves and then fail to sleep.
Don't get me wrong, lack of sleep can be pretty comical, too. I mean, who's never laughed at somebody sleeping class? How about listening to a groggy person try to carry on a conversation? It's hilarious. Alright, maybe not on the order of Monty Python, but funny nonetheless. Embarrassment is always funny.
The solution? Sleeping pills. Lots and lots of sleeping pills.
I think I'll get in touch with the pharmaceutical companies right away.
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