I’m the type of person that needs at least 7.5-8 hours of sleep a night. Actually, if I didn’t set an alarm I could sleep for 12 hours straight. Yes, I love sleeping. Ideally, I would be able to sleep 9 hours a night, but in graduate school that just isn’t possible. So I usually settle for 8. Not bad.
What is bad is the fact that I haven’t slept for more than 6.5-7 hours per night for the past week.
I know I’m tired because I had my usual two cups of coffee this morning as I was getting ready and I still don’t feel awake. I’m about to go to the break room and pour myself another cup.
I know I’m tired because my roommate asked me this morning if I heard what happened last night. I didn’t. Apparently she got home at 11:30 (I was already in bed. I heard her come in, but must have fallen asleep soon after). She said she was awake until 3am because our neighbors wouldn’t stop screaming at each other. She said it sounded like they were throwing televisions at the wall. She said they were playing their music so loudly our walls were shaking. She said they went outside and continued screaming at each other. Finally, she got fed up and called the cops. She said the cops showed up and resolved whatever was happening so that she was finally able to go to bed. I didn’t hear any of this because I slept through the entire ordeal. I must have been tired.
I can’t wait to go home after work tonight, put on my pajamas, and crawl onto the couch to watch some mindless reality TV. I might also have to include some wine and cheese… and maybe some chocolate too. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?
And yes, I realize I just wrote an entire post about sleeping and being tired, but I don’t care. I’m too tired to think about anything else.