Saturday, December 3, 2011

I'm always trying to figure out how I can be less tired in class. Not that I'm falling asleep or anything, but sometimes I'm just sleepy in the mornings. So the other day I had the brilliant idea of switching beds from the twin I've slept in for the last 20 years or so to the empty queen that used to be my sister's to see if I could sleep more soundly. It's big, soft, has sheets that probably have a thread count of 12000, and a down comforter--this was a fail-proof plan. It worked pretty well, until I had a dream I was attacked by a bear. Once I finally got my heart rate back down I drifted off again, this time to a dream that I was diagnosed with a brain tumor. At this point I was pretty sure I was not going to have an easier time in class in the morning. Nonetheless, I fell asleep again and had a dream that I had been left somewhere without a car or any way of contacting anyone. Fail. At least it wasn't the night before a test.


  1. Bwaaaaahhhaaahhhaaa. That's what you get for sleeping in my bed.

  2. I went home for Thanksgiving and we had a shortage of pillows, so my parents gave me their $100 tempurpedic pillow (first mistake). It had been sitting in their closet for months because it gave them each night terrors when they used it. I went with the couch pillows. Sometimes you just can't buy peaceful sleep.