Sleep and I are not talking. Our friendship was rocky for 22 years, and now it has ceased to be. It is an ex-ally. I've always been a night owl but now, even if I force myself to stay awake all night and the whole next day in order to tire myself out so that I will go asleep at a reasonable hour the next night thereby starting a proper routine, it still evades me. Even after 36 sleepless hours. I have passed exams on less than 3 hours sleep before. If I do find myself sleeping like a normal person, it turns out it is just the sleep centre of my brain playing a hilarious trick on me, because after about one or two days or this normality, something will come to screw it up.
Saturday night - up all night with headache and aches. Fall asleep at 5am after lying in dark for hours, giving up and watching various eighties movies, and sleep till the revolting hour of 12pm. Wake up feeling lazy, guilty, useless and disgusted with self, so not a good start to the afternoon.
Sunday night - feel distinctly coldy and headachey and cramps, same problem as night before and sleep till about 7am when I am awoken by darling mog scratching on bedroom door to sleep on my bed. 7.10 am wake from snooze to hear familiar retching sound of cat who knows not how to digest properly. It takes about half an hour to clean mess off floor and stain is still present now. Stomp back to bed and try to ignore thumping headache and sick stomach and wake up at 11am. Manage small dinner at 6pm. Headache makes me fall asleep at impressive time of 10.30pm. Wake at 1.30am to the feel of ice cold liquid spreading across my back. Sleepily sit up only to cause a 7Up bottle to splash the remaining contents all over my bed and ELECTRIC blanket. Get up and spend next hour turning mattress, putting sheets in wash, remaking bed, testing electric blanket which appears to have broken despite being watertight and washable (it's fine now - toasty warm) and trying to figure out how the hell the 7Up bottle got into my bed in the first place seeing as I did not to my knowledge wake up once before 1.30am and it was not within arms reach unlike the water which I would have reached for on my bedside cabinet. Am not prone to sleepwalking either. Still confused. Methinks there is a poltergeist.
6am - Finally fall asleep and wake up still exhausted due to virusy yuckiness at THREE O'CLOCK in the bloody afternoon!! Well I wouldn't have been out of bed anyway with this gross sickiness but still.
Luckily I received two DVDs I ordered in the post today so I will be entertained while I don't sleep tonight. Wonderful. (I'm on a Molly Ringwald/James Spader binge at the moment)
This is the second time I have been really sick in two weeks. Don't you just love germs?! And due to last few days of wonder headaches I have read the same sentence in my VITAL college reading over 20 times and nothing else. And my driving test is in about 3 weeks and I'm stuck in bed and back to college next week and therefore utterly screwed. I'm a model for your children people, a model!!
Must go as eyes are drooping. Don't be fooled into thinking that's my body deciding to sleep. My body laughs in the face of slumber.