I gotta say I'm really starting to appreciate sleep.
I haven't gotten any sleep for the past four days. I'm way past being bullied by dead people. As terrible as it sounds, I have a life and i intend to live it. They could at least respect my sleeping hours.
Anyway, when I'm asleep it's like I'm a searching radio just picking up signals all night long. Every once in a while it'll get to me and I get irritated and agitated.
My mom has no patience for it since it's not the first time. She stays up nights listening for the sounds of my whimpering. Wondering if I've been sucked into to someones tragic passing; if I'm viewing or participating in the worst or most defining moment of someones life.
This week is not a good week. I actually asked around frantically to see if it was one of those extremely tacky and mandatory school spirit lunches we have on Fridays. Only, it's Thursday.
I've yet to due my financial aid application which is due in less than a week. I'm pretty sure I'm about to miss yet another Service Learning opportunity which is necessary to graduate. Then there's the thing that happens every year because the physiology and anatomy class dissects cats every freaking year. So I'm terrorized by cats no one else can see, just darting in and out of hallways. The first year I didn't even know about the dissections so I was the idiot running around obsessed with cats.
I swear sometimes I despise being me.
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