Today I had another dream, this one all together too real and too annoying: I dreamed my alarm o’clock was going off. Loudly and persistently. And I was going to be late.
So I snapped up awake and grabbed for the alarm.
Only to discover that the alarm was not going off, and it was about 4:30 in the morning.
That was Not Nice.
Not Nice At All.
Especially considering I’m either nursing a sleep deficit or else am fighting something off, or something. Probably the part about not getting myself to bed quite as early as I ought.
Yesterday at work I finally broke down and whined, mid-morning, that I was hungry, tired, had a headache and didn’t want to go to school. I was saved by a very nice therapist who shared her secret candy stash with me, which help with the hungry, tired and headache, but didn’t get rid of the school. (Must be I didn’t eat enough.) At any rate, it kept me vaguely human until 3 o’clock in the afternoon.
At three o’clock, my headache came back with a vengeance; it began to pulse. Throughout physics lab, my eyes became increasingly glassy and crossed. Finally, it was five o’clock and I could go home.
It wasn’t until I was in the car, on the road, that I realized exactly how tired I was. My eyes were closing. I was attempting to keep them open, but no matter how high I raised my eyebrows, my eyelids persisted in squinting. I reached for the radio. Oh. Yes. It was nonfunctional. I opened all the windows. The outdoors was a very comfortable temperature, and did little to wake me up.
Not Nice. Not Nice At All.
I did make it home, and technically I don’t think my eyes actually closed. But I’m not sure that I really “saw” much of anything. It certainly made me contemplate the benefits of caffeine. I made myself a new rule:
“Next time you whine that you are tired, hungry, have a headache, and don’t want to go to school—go find caffeine and ingest it. NO EXCUSES!!”
For some reason I never really want to take in caffeine, but when one is doing things like driving, one must do the proper thing.