JAMAICA ME CRAZY!
Tonight, for the second night this month (March), my unhealthy and extreme characteristic of insomnia has thrown me into a fit of insanity, paranoia and dyllusion. You're probably reading this thinking I'm kidding. But I'm not. This is a minute form of a public statement to reaffirm my personal decision to seek medical help a.k.a. sleeping pills.
And if you want just a little taste of my overactive imagination, somehow my pre-slumber review of American History 124B for my midterm tomorrow turned into thoughts about my childhood, family drama, highschool, highschool drama, corrupt school districts (true story), censorship laws, dead teachers being really alive and masterminds to huge conspiracy theories, and of course, glorifying myself in many heroic ways that are not half-false. :).
So after spending the past two hours either tossing to-and-fro in bed or pacing my heavily littered bedroom, I've decided to have a mini-snickers, write this up, and hopefully go back to bed.
P.s. Somehow, my deodorant made it into my mouth. More or less from trying to sleep with my hands over my head. Yes, I'm shirtless. Yes, I'm pantless. No, I did not start my evening clothed. I prefer to sleep the way my mother's womb made me: in boxers. Yes, that makes no sense at all.
And if you want just a little taste of my overactive imagination, somehow my pre-slumber review of American History 124B for my midterm tomorrow turned into thoughts about my childhood, family drama, highschool, highschool drama, corrupt school districts (true story), censorship laws, dead teachers being really alive and masterminds to huge conspiracy theories, and of course, glorifying myself in many heroic ways that are not half-false. :).
So after spending the past two hours either tossing to-and-fro in bed or pacing my heavily littered bedroom, I've decided to have a mini-snickers, write this up, and hopefully go back to bed.
P.s. Somehow, my deodorant made it into my mouth. More or less from trying to sleep with my hands over my head. Yes, I'm shirtless. Yes, I'm pantless. No, I did not start my evening clothed. I prefer to sleep the way my mother's womb made me: in boxers. Yes, that makes no sense at all.