Sleep and I have always had a rocky relationship. When my parents were going through their divorce I had chronic insomnia and nightmares, so my mom made me see a counselor. After that (most of which I can't remember), I slept well for a few years. I was always the first to fall asleep at sleepovers and didn't think anything of it. When I got older, though, sleeplessness crept in and has remained pretty constant for the last few years.
It's pretty bad now because:
1. I am a coffee fiend and can't go a day without it.
2. I haven't been exercising
3. I'm always stressed
4. I'm still wired from work most nights.
I hope when school starts I can break the cycle. God, it's frustrating! Isn't it funny how when you're little all you want to do is stay up late, and when you get older you just want more?
Whenever I go home, I end up sleeping most of the time. I don't know if the atmosphere is more comforting, or I just get bored and zonk out. But it's nice to catch up whenever I'm there.
I have to be at work in a mere eight hours, so I should try to get to sleep before then. I feel like my blog posts are a terrible bore to whomever bothers to read them. So I won't be offended if someone comes out and says, "It sucks." But it's mostly for my benefit anyway (:
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