Adventures away from la-la land
I am awake.
This is what I thought of when I woke up this morning.
It’s strange, really. Because the past few days, it’s been a little difficult getting out of bed in the morning. Five more minutes, I always want to say. But not today. Buzz went my phone, and off the bed I jumped.
What’s even more strange, at least to me, is that I should have been feeling more tired than I ever have felt. I had gotten home from school extremely late, and had spent much of the night, as well as a good part of this morning, doing homework. In fact, it’s 3:15pm right now, and twelve hours ago I was still about fifteen or twenty minutes from jumping onto my bed. (After a while, the minutes seem to blend together really quickly).
I don’t think I’ve ever slept this late – at least, not doing homework. (That wonderful night of crazy, late-night biking and running around of the summer was quite different.) Before finally going to sleep, I thought I’d be completely dead at school, wandering like a zombie.
Quite the opposite.
I suppose this is what it feels like to be so tired you are awake. Perhaps “awake” isn’t quite the correct term. I’m not sure what the correct term would be.
I was very easily excitable. And happy. I went to sleep after 3! I joyfully announced. It was so easy to laugh. Every little thing seemed far more humorous that it probably was. Apparently my hand-eye coordination wasn’t too great (sorry, Shravya >.<)
I’m not really sure how I got through the serious classes.
On a pretty unrelated note, playing with play-doh in stats was fun.
On the way home, I wondered if this is what it feels like to be high. Feeling aware, but probably pretty out of it. Or maybe more like drunk, thinking of the hand-eye coordination thing. High might be more like hanging a tea bag in my hair ;) (like a certain someone cough cough xD)
On the plus side, I didn’t fall off my bike!
I don’t think I am completely back to normal yet. I thought I’d be able to make a more coherent story, but I think the way I’m going is closer to Kurt Vonnegut’s confusing mass of a story.
I think the sleepless high is wearing off now. I’m going to take a nap once I finish this.
This is taking longer than I thought it would probably because I keep stopping to check facebook or clip my nails. (They’re getting really long.)
ANYWAY
I thought I had a point, but apparently I’ve forgotten it.
I have learned that it is strange to go to sleep so many hours into the morning, and I prefer it when it is three hours before the next morning starts. I think I am getting progressively less logical in my thought process, if the blobs of nothing in my head can be called thoughts. Before I go to sleep on my bed, here is a picture of what happens to my stats homework when I try to do it after 3 in the morning, running on a cup of coffee (that made me really jittery and unable to fall asleep once I finally did finish homework…)
