insomnia
I've spent the last hour and a half lying awake in bed, in the dark, listening to my mellow mix and trying to sleep.
Needless to say, all attempts have been wildly unsuccessful.
It's interesting, from a sort of clinical viewpoint, because I wish for sleep, and register in some distant mind nook that Golly, I am Tired; but the bigger mind nook would like to register its overriding desire to Stay Up Exclamation Point and thinks it's a really wonderful time to plan my study abroads that won't be happening until sophomore and junior year -- Paris clearly in the fall, or should it be for an entire year, and Prague in the spring but of year two or three.
At four AM, my brain believes the most productive use of its time is looking up the climate in said regions, because really? that's important. Insert exclamation point from STAY1NG UP IS LOTZ OF PHUN! OMGBOUNCE corner of head here.
Also, a little while ago I reached up to play with one of my earrings (which I do with enough frequency to be perfectly accustomed to the placement of my ears, thankyou) ... and my hand stopped sooner than I had anticipated. "Whoa, there's my earlobe. I didn't know it was so far down!" exclaims Clearly Bizarre At All Hours And Perpetually Stoned, Too part of brain.
This is ridiculous.
Ah, insomnia. Have a biscuit.
Needless to say, all attempts have been wildly unsuccessful.
It's interesting, from a sort of clinical viewpoint, because I wish for sleep, and register in some distant mind nook that Golly, I am Tired; but the bigger mind nook would like to register its overriding desire to Stay Up Exclamation Point and thinks it's a really wonderful time to plan my study abroads that won't be happening until sophomore and junior year -- Paris clearly in the fall, or should it be for an entire year, and Prague in the spring but of year two or three.
At four AM, my brain believes the most productive use of its time is looking up the climate in said regions, because really? that's important. Insert exclamation point from STAY1NG UP IS LOTZ OF PHUN! OMGBOUNCE corner of head here.
Also, a little while ago I reached up to play with one of my earrings (which I do with enough frequency to be perfectly accustomed to the placement of my ears, thankyou) ... and my hand stopped sooner than I had anticipated. "Whoa, there's my earlobe. I didn't know it was so far down!" exclaims Clearly Bizarre At All Hours And Perpetually Stoned, Too part of brain.
This is ridiculous.
Ah, insomnia. Have a biscuit.