Of sleep, and the lack thereof.

There is always one night that comes, about every three weeks or so, where I find myself unable to sleep at all. I might get to bed at a decent hour, not drink coffee (or caffinated tea) less than three hours before bed. I might even try reading before turning off the lights. Tylenol PM? Bah!

There will be no chance of me going to sleep, one night out of every 29. This month's night was last night. Here's a play-by-play recap: Light off...lay there...light on, read...light off...lay there...light on, read...light off...lay there...turn over...sigh...turn on soothing music....stare at ceiling through eyelids.....turn off irritating soothing music....turn over...readjust...have some really weird thoughts that make no sense whatsoever once the sun is up....turn over...look at clock....see that it is six a.m....get up and go get a shower and make coffee. The only good thing was that I actually finished reading Henry IV Part One while I was reading.

I'm not putting my contacts in today. I am going grunge, in my hoodie and old jeans and glasses. Snarky Shakespeare Prof will have my undying thanks for putting up with me today. The Chemistry Professor can just deal, or maybe even go learn her subject. Erin (pending roommate) and I have already had three other people in the class come up to us and ask us for tutoring, since the Prof makes very little sense. I forsee a nap after classes today. Getting up for wind ensemble will be the hardest thing I've done since being civil to my Chemistry Prof last Thursday. Eh, so hard.

I made banners last night, for the DiR peoples in Milliways, and for the Endless in Milliways...which is all of them, actually...nevermind.

I blame Narla for last night. I really do.

*sigh*

*goes to breakfast*