Insomnia
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Chronic inability to fall asleep or remain asleep for an adequate length of time.
For some reason, unbeknownst to me, I have not sleep so well this weekend. My bottom has gotten to know the futon a little too well due to the desire to be "comfortable" and obtain sleep. Sunday night, a long and restless night. Last night (referring to the night between Monday and Tuesday), I managed to pass-out some time after 4am and 11am when I awoke. Here I am again, Tuesday night, wide-awake with my mind racing in idle. I want to work. I think that tomorrow, after working I hope to be refreshed, accomplished, and eager to get back to a sense of normalcy.
I have transformed myself into a hermit; remaining in my room for the greater duration of the weekend. I haven't eaten a lot of food, primarily because I haven't put my paycheck in the bank to get the money to shop. I haven't changed out of my PJ's in order to uphold any dignity that would arise from going into public in this hideous state of existence. BLA-A-A-A-A-AH!!!! Between my vegetation on the futon, I am warm, thirsty, hungry, lethargic, thinking of Greek, Bible study, laundry, Financial Aid, dishes, unpacking, vacuuming, my mess, my roommate's mess, my suite-mate's mess, shopping for groceries, building a shelving unit, and how I am not allowing myself to actually get up and do any of it. I'd like to! But I've managed to trap myself in my head; limiting everything to a mere thought.
I'm so TIRED!!!!! Why can't I sleep!?!?!?!?! I just want to turn off the lights, climb under the cozy covers, say my prayers, close my eyes, and drift off to sleep. Instead, the darkness intensifies the rapid succession of mental firing, the covers constrict the air, and I continually turn to find comfort. Work will come at 7am whether I have slept or not.
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Chronic inability to fall asleep or remain asleep for an adequate length of time.
For some reason, unbeknownst to me, I have not sleep so well this weekend. My bottom has gotten to know the futon a little too well due to the desire to be "comfortable" and obtain sleep. Sunday night, a long and restless night. Last night (referring to the night between Monday and Tuesday), I managed to pass-out some time after 4am and 11am when I awoke. Here I am again, Tuesday night, wide-awake with my mind racing in idle. I want to work. I think that tomorrow, after working I hope to be refreshed, accomplished, and eager to get back to a sense of normalcy.
I have transformed myself into a hermit; remaining in my room for the greater duration of the weekend. I haven't eaten a lot of food, primarily because I haven't put my paycheck in the bank to get the money to shop. I haven't changed out of my PJ's in order to uphold any dignity that would arise from going into public in this hideous state of existence. BLA-A-A-A-A-AH!!!! Between my vegetation on the futon, I am warm, thirsty, hungry, lethargic, thinking of Greek, Bible study, laundry, Financial Aid, dishes, unpacking, vacuuming, my mess, my roommate's mess, my suite-mate's mess, shopping for groceries, building a shelving unit, and how I am not allowing myself to actually get up and do any of it. I'd like to! But I've managed to trap myself in my head; limiting everything to a mere thought.
I'm so TIRED!!!!! Why can't I sleep!?!?!?!?! I just want to turn off the lights, climb under the cozy covers, say my prayers, close my eyes, and drift off to sleep. Instead, the darkness intensifies the rapid succession of mental firing, the covers constrict the air, and I continually turn to find comfort. Work will come at 7am whether I have slept or not.