Dec 03, 2008 08:29
I miss insomnia. I remember the good times we had together, ranting about how wasteful sleep was, how we didn't need shit like that holding us back, wandering around campus and the less dangerous areas of the city at 3 am on any given Tuesday... the good old days. Without sleep comes hours and hours of time that you don't feel guilty wasting. After all, if you weren't busy wasting this time and enjoying yourself, you'd just be lying somewhere, unconscious, and that's no way to live!
But nowadays, all insomnia is not body-sanctioned. Deep and painful tiredness can hit me once again, and even in cases where it doesn't, I'm over-aware that I need to sleep by a certain time in order to be productive and remember what the talking heads in the front of the class-rooms tell me about poly-A tails and silicone semiconductors.
Fortunately, in another two weeks or so, winter-break will be upon us, and I can sleep at my own discretion once again. But somehow I don't see myself having many 24+ hours waking periods, even when it can't affect any studies of mine. And that makes me feel old. Or, older at least. Aching joints, now those make me feel old! A little bouncing around should not be leaving my hip sore for a day and a half...
What's a rizla?