Stupid Sleeping


The other day I went into a coffee shop. I really don’t know what happened from there. Even though it was 10 AM and I was running errands for my job, I still hadn’t completely woken up. I said something about a shot of espresso in jumbled words to a very confused barista, and the next thing I knew I was carrying a cup of who knows what in my hand and walking out to my car. It didn’t taste that good (not surprising) and I’m still not sure what I ordered. But hey, it woke me up somewhat and back to work I went.

When it comes to mornings it usually takes me awhile to wake up. I don’t completely blame this on me being more of a night person, but rather that when it comes to sleeping, I’m really dumb.

In my perfect world, I’d stay up as late as I want and sleep in as late as I want. Unfortunately this world doesn’t exist. Eight o’clock rolls around and I start to get sleepy, but then elven o’clock hits and wham! I suddenly, instead of getting ready for bed like a normal scheduled person, have a second surge of energy. Nightime! Yeah! Awesome! Do all the things!

I get this second burst of energy (which would have been extremely helpful during the workday) and start furiously writing down ideas on sticky notes. Redecorating my bedroom? Yeah, I’m going to plan that! Outline my dreams and goals for life? I couldn’t think of a better time to do it! Practice my dancing skills? Of course I’m going to do that right now! And before I know it I’m still awake way later than what I should be on a weeknight.

It’s Monday morning and I am feeling the effects of stupid sleeping. I feel like I’m in a daze. Someday I’ll learn my lesson. Someday.


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