The Blond Zombie

That's me. You see, I haven't been sleeping very well lately. I'll put my head in my pillow and tell myself it's time to sleep, and three hours later I will drop off. This is the worst kind of sleep, as the next morning you feel as if you haven't slept at all. (Later, in the shower, you might remember two or three really messed up dreams. - That's how I know I even slept a little bit.) Another thing happens. Your body clock gets messed up. And here's proof:

I got up at 8.30 this morning. For no other reason than that I was bored of laying in bed trying to sleep. (And my roommate's locking and unlocking of the door to visit the bathroom.) It was nice and bright, I pull the shades up, see it's snowing. (Of course, now the shades are back down...I swear I live with a control freak - don't stab me if you're reading this.) I had three hours to get to class on time, had breakfast (waffles!) for the first time since the last time I pulled an all-nighter (That was a long time ago, Mom. And completely unintentional.). On a normal Tuesday I would only have been up now for two hours. I'm working on eight! There are benefits from early risal* (*Not a word, I don't care. You write two books then I'll let you make up words too.)


One final thing. What is odd about coming home to a locked room to find that it's not unoccupied?