Sleepyhead

I'm writing this entry just to plain wonder about one issue that's always been one of the banes of my life in the span of my lifetime: SLEEP.

I don't get enough sleep, and I'm sure I'm not the only one in the world who has the same problem. No matter how hard I try to compensate for the loss of sleep I experience in one day by sleeping in the following day, I still feel sleepy. EXTREMELY sleepy. That wouldn't be a problem at all if I had no life to live by, and I could have the choice to slack off all day long, but that ain't gonna happen BECAUSE I HAVE A LIFE. And it kills me everyday to skip a minute of it just to have some sleep.

I'm also writing this because I woke up today at 2:00 p.m., like I usually do on a no-class day, all ready to hit my errands, when I had to stall myself because I wanted so much to fall right back to bed and miss what's supposed to be another blessed day in my life. And I just want the world to know that I don't like being this way - this is totally against my will.

Serpent in the Night

Do you have any idea how it's like to try to go back to sleep at 3-ish in the morning with a severe migraine attack crushing your senses and making you vomit until you feel numb from the pain?

If you do, I love you. We should totally sleep together.

2 a.m.

I've been home for three nights now, and it's freaking me out to find myself being roused from my sleep at exactly 2:00 a.m. The first two nights it happened, I thought it was just a coincidence staged by my unwilling subconscious, whose bedtime back in Los Baños is always at 2am - so I don't think she enjoys very much being at rest at an earlier time. But last night, it happened again.

I keep complaining about it to everyone in the house, but they all seem to think I'm just still adjusting to being home. I can't quite explain to them the terror I feel when I look at my cell phone clock and see the numbers 2:00 imprinted on the screen for three nights in a row now.

Call me crazy, but I feel like God wants me to do something. I just don't know what it is. And worse, I don't know if it's really God waking me up - or something else.

"Are you there, God?"