I woke up at 3:30 this morning to have myself a little pee, and on my way back to bed I did a stupid thing.
I checked my email on my phone.
I knew I shouldn’t have. I knew the consequences.
But I was wondering if any of the notes I was expecting had come since 10:00, so I checked. I did it even though I knew it was bad business.
And I paid dearly.
An hour later I was staring at the shadows on the wall, wide awake and out of sheep to count. I was not getting back to sleep. For some reason (probably the light waves shooting signals to my synopses and telling me it’s time to be conscious), doing any sort of computer/phone activity late at night (or in the middle of the night) seriously hinders my ability to sleep. I can’t check my email right before bed or I will lay awake for an hour kicking myself. The same goes with games, writing little e-notes, or even setting my alarm (I have to set my alarm every morning for that night).
At any rate, by the time 4:30 rolled around I figured it was a lost cause so I got up to work on some nagging projects.
As it turns out, you can get a lot done between the hours of 3:30 and 6:00 a.m., because the next thing I knew, Poor Kyle’s alarm was ringing and he was off to work.
I finally closed my books at 6:30 and went back to bed for another hour, but I’ve been seriously regretting that one poor choice all day. I was sluggish in the morning when I needed to be alert, so I drank a DDP. Then I drank another one in the late afternoon while I was working on a boring paper (gotta keep things interesting somehow), which—you guessed it—means I will probably have a hard time getting to sleep tonight.
What is wrong with me? Why am I all of a sudden making such poor decisions for myself? It’s like I’m a teenager again.
Come to think of it, the last time I was this overextended and stressed was in high school…
That must be it.
Hurry, someone ask me to the prom.