My sleeping patterns have been way off lately. They started out relatively normal. Obviously, by NORMAL, I mean, I was sleeping way too much for the average grad student. I'd go to bed by 10 and then get up around 7. I don't know anyone who does that voluntarily. I figured that I'd eventually hit the wall of needing to get less sleep to do more work. That's sensible. Right? Right.
Well, I've found myself getting less sleep for sure. I'm probably down to 7ish hours a night, which I realize is still quite a lot, again for the average grad student. But it makes me cranky. I require a lot of sleep to be a functioning human being. Non-functioning Amber is a lot like messing with a very short fuse. One wrong move...KABOOM! That was me this week. Anyway, to add another piece to my sleeping puzzle, I've been sleeping away my Sundays. Last week I took 3 naps. I kid you not. And today I slept until 11:15. So my body realizes I need to function on a longer fuse and therefore attempts to catch up on the Lord's day. My body is smart.
And that lit review that was ruining my life last week? It's done. Well, a very rough draft is done. I can't look at it again for awhile, so it's just sitting right now. Ugh. My brain. My poor, poor brain.
But in happier, non-school-related news, it is the perfect fall day. I'm sipping coffee and thinking about how if I don't take advantage of it and go for a run, I'm an idiot. So, in a bit, I'm gonna suit up with Glenda (my Garmin) and go enjoy it.
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