This past semester I could not, for the life of me, stay up past 4am to work on papers or projects. I would be overcome with tiredness, even after I drank coffee and snacked to keep me up. I fought losing battles, but after the third attempt, I figured I just couldn’t pull all-nighters anymore. I figured that I reached the age or point life where I need those 6-8 hours of sleep to function.
So color me surprised when I could not, for the life of me, fall asleep last night. I tried counting sheep, reading a dry article, playing a game that usually knocks me out from sheer repetitiveness. Regardless of the attempts, I failed to fall asleep. In fact, the tiredness didn’t even catch up to me until about 2:30pm today (which is when I ended up sleeping/napping until 7:30pm in time for dinner).
The irony is not lost on me. The one time I actually wanted to fall asleep because I made plans with my mom to have breakfast, I laid wide awake. And all those other failed attempts because I had assignments due soon, I could not keep my eyes open. Ah, life… why must you make no sense whatsoever?