The Problem with Sleeping Eleven Hours.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Last night I slept for eleven hours.

I've been trying and trying to get myself into more of a routine and to live a more-ordered life. First on that list means getting up early and getting my day started. Also on the list is to avoid bumming around at my parents hours watching tv for hours, napping in between classes, and watching too much tv before bed.

Last night I got to bed later than I wanted.

This morning I made an impulse decision not to get up at 7:30a and slept alllll the way until 11. I lost like 4 hours of my life, and the rest of my day suffered. I wasn't as active as usual. I ate junk food.

Now it's 11p and my poor body is like "We've only been up for 12 hours...what's our next adventure? Feed us more junk food!!!" (I guess I imagine all the cells in my body speaking in unison, hence, plural).

Having night class Wednesdays and 8am on Thursdays was not my best planning move...Wednesday nights I'm wound up from class and Thursday mornings I don't want to wake up.

No rest for the wicked.

And that is the problem with sleeping eleven hours.

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