Sunday, July 18, 2010

CLXXXV: Agèd Youth

Should twenty-three year olds be sleepy when it's still light out? Or complain of sore feet? Because I am guilty of all of the above and all of the whining that it entails. (See? I just did it!)

Every weekend I tell myself I will get more sleep, and every weekend I get either the same amount as on weeknights, or, in some cases, less. I have been going to bed around 2-3:00am for the past couple of nights for no other reason than distraction and time mismanagement, with 9:00am wakeup calls the next day. 

All I want to do right now is curl into a ball and sleep for twelve hours. I am a yawning, unfocused mess who keeps dozing off while trying to type this out. And Chloe is in a dangerous position because she is angled in such a way on the couch that if I were really to fall asleep, she would crash down onto the floor -- the sound of which would wake both myself and Chiara, and then I'd be faced with a broken MacBook and interrupted sleep.

Zzzzz.....

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