This week was one of the longest and most tiring ever. I probably got a combined 25 hours of sleep, coupled with tons of grading and mounds of reading that needed to get done in basically, one night. I had to tell myself being tired was psychological at times. 25 hours is so little for me! I really wonder how I did it in college when 5, 6 hours a night was the norm. It didn't help that I've been plagued with allergies and nasal congestion this entire week. I had to resort to a Red Bull. Blech! I usually try to stay away from that stuff.
I thought it was funny when I ran into my counselor and the first thing he said was, "Have you been eating? You look so thin," to which I responded, "No, I've just been feeling under the weather. Do I look that bad?" His answer was classic: "No, you just look more model-esque now." I'll take a compliment, even if it is a backhanded one.
Sleep, you are beautiful. I can always count on you to make me happy. Tomorrow, I will conquer the world. But tonight, I will charge my batteries.
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