An insomniac is something I am not. I’ve mentioned this before but most nights I’m fast asleep by 10:00pm and I’m probably frolicking through fields of daisies in dream land by 10:30. I’m much more of a morning person than a night person but last night, last night was the black sheep awful disturbing exception. I couldn’t sleep, no way, no how. I don’t know what I did wrong but I could NOT shut off my brain.
Around 10:30 I walked in the door bright eyed and bushy tailed from hours of library time with Nicole. I was invigorated because I had been reading Galileo’s letter to the Grand Duchess Christina, and man was that Galileo sassy. You think I’m kidding, I’m not. Despite all the thoughts about the relationship between the church and science in the 17th century swirling around in my head, I thought it would be a proper time to hop into bed. Jeff was asleep, Boo was curled up in my spot hogging all the pillows. All was right in the world. That is, if I was a normal human.
A normal human is also something I am not. I have a quirk. Just one though. I ABSOLUTELY cannot sleep when I am the only person awake. I’ve been this way…well since forever. Something about being the only person awake in the house at night is unsettling and disturbing. There was once when I lived in my sorority when my friend Kayla and I were the only ones awake and we SWEAR we saw a ghost. Freaky things happen when you’re left to think alone at night, especially in a giant creaky old mansion.
So of course last night my mind wandered to the strangest places. I tried to just force myself to go to sleep…weird distorted monsters overwhelmed my thoughts (you know, in the spirit of Halloween). I tried to sit on Bloglovin and catch up on all of the lovely blogs out there, but I only grew more awake. I took a long, hot shower…more awake. I read NPR and CNN and a political blog my professor recommended to me, just to catch up on the whole government shut down thing….EVEN THAT didn’t put me to sleep. Finally I decided that if I was going to be awake at the ungodly hour of 2:00am I might as well be productive. Which is how I came to spend an hour and a half studying the GRE vocabulary flashcards. On the bright side, I now know an amalgam of new words such as “venerate” and “chagrin”. On the not so bright side I can barely keep my eyes open and it’s only 11:30am.
I need a nap.
Are you an insomniac? If so how do you deal with day to day life? I simply cannot function on less than eight hours of sleep.