In a word, this is how I feel right now: aasdjklasdjklasdjkl
Why, you ask?
Currently it is 5:10AM EST. Putting my initial time of slumber at 1:30AM would be generous. My first class, Bio 113 lecture (joy), is at 8AM in Hitchcock Hall aka across the universe.
My troubles snoozing happily are probably attributed to any of the following: excitement about school starting (yea right), anxiety about how I’m getting to class (bike? hike? CABS?), indecision over what to wear to my first day of class (t-shirt and athletic shorts sounds about right), where to grab a bite on the way to class, somehow developing allergies to something in the last 5 hours that lead to me waking up sneezing and sniffling relatively uncontrollably, the current stuffy climate in my bedroom, that crazy dream I just had where I was being chased through a creepy forest by an old man with a straight razor…
Shudder.
Achoo!
I am less prepared for the school year and knowledge and textbooks and notes and studying than I’ve ever been, for whatever reason. It’s not that I spent a lot of time being busy this summer. It just kind of felt like school was never going to re-happen and I could continue my flip-flopped lifestyle of having my most "productive" hours between 6PM and 6AM. Honestly, I’ve seen the sun come up more times than not this summer, and the number of days I’ve slept “at night” has been far outweighed by the number of days I’ve hit the hay at 6AM or later.
For whatever reason, though, I always have sleep trouble the night before a new quarter. So here I am, sneezing away the wee hours of the morning, about to see the sun rise again, hopefully for the last time in a while. I need to get my circadian rhythms back on track. I need to get my routine/ systems/ mechanisms for this year figured out asap so I spend less time lolling about in bed thinking about that crap and more time actually SLEEPING.
Achoo!
On a positive note, my class is over at 8:48, so I can nap hardcore before my doctor’s appointment at 2:45 and the rest of my hopefully-not-so-miserable first day of autumn quarter.
I'll have more lovely things to say later, I promise.
GO BUCKS! Or go back to sleep.