someone explain
I'm having trouble understanding this:
Tuesday and Wednesday night I slept terribly. I probably got a total of eight hours combined, on top of being emotionally hung over from Tuesday night. So I get home at 6 yesterday with the intention of going to sleep, and even though I'm in bed, in my pajamas, eyes closed, I can't fall asleep. Instead my body decides to have a nervous breakdown on top of deciding that the rice and tofu I ate earlier that night was a terrible idea. Why? Because clearly it hates its own existence so much that it's trying to get me to starve myself to death.
I finally get to sleep at about 1 or 2AM, and wake up at 9 because my roommate is screaming at one of her parents on the phone about a broken snowblower. I can't get back to sleep. I get up, and eat a pita with hummus, which proceeds to make my stomach feel progressively worse, dick around on the computer for a while, and then take the bus to campus to study at the library.
This was my plan for the day -- to study/work on my paper at the library, but apparently the moment I sat down I was overcome with an all-consuming need to take a nap. The irony of this is that I know if I put my head down to try and sleep I won't be able to, and will instead feel 10 times worse and not have any work done on top of it.
Tomorrow night I see Cam, and that is just adding to my anxiety. Of course I'm not his girlfriend -- why would anyone want to deal with damaged goods?
Tuesday and Wednesday night I slept terribly. I probably got a total of eight hours combined, on top of being emotionally hung over from Tuesday night. So I get home at 6 yesterday with the intention of going to sleep, and even though I'm in bed, in my pajamas, eyes closed, I can't fall asleep. Instead my body decides to have a nervous breakdown on top of deciding that the rice and tofu I ate earlier that night was a terrible idea. Why? Because clearly it hates its own existence so much that it's trying to get me to starve myself to death.
I finally get to sleep at about 1 or 2AM, and wake up at 9 because my roommate is screaming at one of her parents on the phone about a broken snowblower. I can't get back to sleep. I get up, and eat a pita with hummus, which proceeds to make my stomach feel progressively worse, dick around on the computer for a while, and then take the bus to campus to study at the library.
This was my plan for the day -- to study/work on my paper at the library, but apparently the moment I sat down I was overcome with an all-consuming need to take a nap. The irony of this is that I know if I put my head down to try and sleep I won't be able to, and will instead feel 10 times worse and not have any work done on top of it.
Tomorrow night I see Cam, and that is just adding to my anxiety. Of course I'm not his girlfriend -- why would anyone want to deal with damaged goods?