Sleep

"Fatigue is the best pillow."

Benjamin Franklin

This week has certainly been an odd when, especially when it comes to sleep. It seems that I'm being plagued by insomnia, although I feel so very, very tired. Sleep is starting to become a scarcity for me now; my naps that would come to me easily are disrupted by my bladder, by nightmares, or by the unevenness of my internal clock. I used to relish lying down and hitting the bed, feeling the day's events wash over me and carry me into sleep; now, I lay in bed, staring at a ceiling painted in the harsh blue glare of my alarm clock.

Speaking of which, my alarm clock failed me on Friday, although my bladder certainly didn't. Setting the clock to 6 AM, I figured that I'd have over an hour to review and to prepare for my third Biochem test. What I didn't factor in was me not listening to my alarm clock, or not having set it all; thus, I ended up waking up at the start of the exam, rather than an hour before it.

Now, I certainly did panic when I awoke at 7:30 and realized I was still in bed. But, before I ran in my flip flops all the way down to the Bio building, I thought. I relaxed. I took a piss, shotgunned a container of cottage cheese and a bottle of water, and prepared myself for the test, physically if not mentally. It was comforting, actually, not feeling an intensive wave of dread at the thought of the test's difficulty (which was hard, no doubt about that), but rather, at the idea that I was late.

Its nice to know that I can still keep my cool in a situation like that. Maybe it was that extra bit of sleep that did the trick.