I just woke up. It’s 4 AM. I fell asleep around 10:30 PM. Man oh man, if this is not seriously screwed up – but I suppose every once in a while I’m just bound to have seriously screwed up sleep schedules given the way I live my life. When one day you’re sleeping for ten hours, and five hours the next – I don’t know how I handle it, but I don’t know any other way.
At many points this week I wanted to write all the horrible things that happened to me, but by the next day I couldn’t recall the horrible things – just the good things. I vaguely remember Monday morning just not working out as intended, but I perfectly remember how fun watching Monday Night Football with my friends was. I remember going through another existential crisis during Small Group Communications on Tuesday, but I more perfectly remember making meatballs by hand and having a great time at the Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr. concert. And today? There was absolutely nothing bad about today. Today was everything I could ask for mostly. As selfish as it is, I love it when my writing gets attention during English classes; when everybody reads my paper I realize the changes I should have made, but I’m also filled with this sense of accomplishment. I had a free lunch at Market for the first time this semester thanks to some new friends, and following that I got all of my work done for another class just in time to make it to said class.
Basically, today was good and I’m not about to let some weird 10:30 PM – 4 AM nap/sleep thing ruin a good day. I’m going to have some food and drink, watch something funny, and finish the day with a 5 AM – 10 PM rest. Of course things will work just as planned. Of course.