Still learning the dangers of sleep deprivation...

08 May, 2003 || 16:03

This morning, I woke up comfortably and smoothly at 8:10, with plenty of time to prepare for my final at 9:00. Yeah, my alarm was set for 7:30, but that means it worked, though not in the manner intended: it woke me enough to shut the darn thing off and gently enough that I could awaken more naturally, leaving me less frustrated (translation: not cursing my non-consious state) and more alert. Completely unlike what happened yesterday.

Yesterday, I was in the middle of a very dirty dream. It wasn't a particularly enjoyable one (One of only three that I can ever remember having); I wasn't even in it, just sort of watching as an outsider. I remember suddenly gaining consciousness, but while the dream was still happening, and thinking the following...

"Somehow, I don't think God would want me to have a dream like this...

"So there's only one other place it could've come from...

"Now why would he want me in bed?

"...

"WHAT TIME IS IT?!"

I spun over lightning fast to get my phone off the dresser next to my head.

8:26

"Crap."

And I just barely made it to my final on time.

While I was on the way there, I was thinking to myself, "Wait, how did I know that my phone was on the dresser? It's the Roommate's dresser. I never put it there. I distinctly remember putting it on the charger last night. And it didn't say I missed any calls, so I must've answered Mom's wake-up call. But I don't remember answering the phone and she never forgets those..." I called her after the test, and as it turned out, I answered not one, but *two* phone calls a half-hour apart *and* lied about when I'd gone to bed (I told her 1:00 AM. Ha! Try 5:30). Oops.

This leads me into my next topic. My engineering friends hear this and say "Dude, at 5:30 there's not much point going to bed anymore; you should've just stayed up." My lib arts friends hear this and say "Dude, 5:30? Why'd you have any trouble getting up?" Which proves my point ladies and gentlemen: In general (exceptions to every rule), lib arts majors don't know real work. At least not in school. The lib arts people thought I finished studying at 5:30 *P*M. The enginerds all knew I meant 5:30 AM, because they've all done it at least six times in the last two months.

I'm not bitter. No really.

Today, the madness continues. I almost blacked out at the computer screen a couple of hours ago. Or rather, I did black out, but recovered before I fell. I need more sleep.