I mourn the loss of an hour's sleep. RIP 20048:19 a.m. - 2004-08-27
Guess what I did today?
Well, if you look at the time stamp right now it’s 8:19 am (although I am actually typing this in word first, so I don’t accidentally lose it.). So, it couldn’t have been something time-consuming. Hmmmm… wait a minute. I would NEVER willingly get up before 11 am unless I had something to do. Ah! I must have a class today! But if that were true, where would I get the time to type out a whole entry before class? That doesn’t make sense either. I never get up any earlier than I absolutely have to, as I am perennially sleep deprived (in fact, so much so, today, that I misspelled periennally sleap and deprieved, without noticing, until the spell check caught me). Hmmm… mysteries. What could I have done that would cause me to
a) get up early
b) be awake enough to write an entry
and c) be in the student computer lab?
Wait a minute! I know! I set my alarm an hour early this morning! Then, never actually noticed the hour every time I checked the time!
This explains so many mysteries that I didn’t catch earlier.
How did I get a seat on the train in the morning?
Why is the campus so quiet?
Why am I so unbelievably tired? I got almost 7 hours last night.
I got to school, and thought, huh, my watch says it’s eight 0 seven. Well, that can’t be right. My watch must be an hour slow. But wait! How do I know if it’s right at all then, if it lost an hour between yesterday and today. I had better check the computer when I get inside, so I know if I need to rush to class.
Huh. The computer at school says it’s eight ten. That can’t be right! Has the whole world gone crazy? So I ask the girl next to me, “Is it eight ten?” She says, craning her arm to look at her watch, “Well, no, it’s eight fifteen.” My mind completely blown, I say “Woah, you mean it’s not nine o’clock? My internal clock is completely blown?” She says, laughing a bit, “Yep.”
This is fan-fucking-tastic, need I say. Do you know what I could have done with another hour sleep? I may have dreamed the cure to cancer. I may have had some delicious sleep. I could have gotten things done today. I could have slept. I could have waken up refreshed, and had an actual breakfast, instead of a cup of milk. Gee, I love milk. More importantly
I COULD HAVE BEEN ASLEEP!
And, able to spell things like asleep on the first try.
Damn, my life sucks. And I only have one book with me today, so I can’t even study Organic, which is what I really need to do.
Thank god it’s Friday.
Oh shit. I have to get up at 4:30 in the morning tomorrow to go to work. Go to fucking hell, Highe’s Deepot!
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