Darned body clock! (Silvia)

I said I would post again when I caught up on my sleep. But we all know I exaggerate because I’m that kind of person. So when I tell you I’m sitting straight in my chair, all perky and smiley and creepily happy, you can bet I’m actually stooped over my laptop with dark circles under my eyes. There’s a verrrry thin thread in my mind and it’s called sanity. Right now, it’s about to snap.

I’ve slept some, I admit it. I’m not swaying on my feet like I was last time but ever since the holidays, I’ve been waking up at 5am every morning for no reason when it’s pitch black outside and I’m freezing my toes off because it’s winter and it’s cold. I huddle and cocoon myself in my blanket, miserable because it’s dark and scary and I’m convinced I see shapes outside my window.

I could be seeing things. I wouldn’t be surprised, seeing how little sleep I’m getting. It’s like my body is trying to kill me by taking away my sleep. I’ve tried talking to my body about the so-called 8 hours of beauty sleep but my efforts to bargain more hours were futile. This is how the conversation went:

Silvia: O wretched body, why must you condemn me to this fate? Let me sleep, I beg of you!
Body: Nay, dreadful girl! For your abhorrent efforts in your preparations for exams, you must be punished. You must SUFFER!

It’s a word for word conversation, same as the one I had with it a few years ago in high school. I was a terrible sleeper and it got so bad I was on the brink of marching into my local pharmacy and demanding a carton of sleeping pills. How funny would that have been? The pharmacist probably would have thought I was suicidal, haha!

But I did not get sleeping pills and I never will because my mum forbade me from doing this specific drug. She’s convinced that, when I’m all dopey and falling face-first into my pillow, a fire will erupt in the kitchen and spread throughout the house and I’ll be so out of this world that I’ll just lie in bed and giggle at the flames while I’m being burnt to a crisp.

I suppose there’s some logic in that.

But still, the lack of sleep frustrates me and I’ve been getting grumpier lately. It’s not a nice grumpy either, like the dwarf in Snow White (by the way, don’t watch the movie as plot, character and action were only mediocre). It’s more of a TALK TO ME AND I’LL FREAKING KUNG-FU YOU THROUGH THE BLOODY ROOF.

I wish, just for once, I could sleep in.

Silvia