The Problem With Sleep

I've been pretty good about getting no less than seven hours of sleep. I know that if I get any less, then I'l just start getting behind. And no one likes it when I get behind on sleep, myself included. Naps can be helpful, but those take up precious minutes.



This Friday, I have a test in one of my more challenging classes. I've had dozens of things happening this week, and they are all good. They've just been taking up time that I probably should spend studying.

[I made sure to study before writing this post. Don't want to talk about procrastinating while procrastinating. Procrastinating once is plenty for the student in me.]

[Unless Pinterest is involved. Then I can procrastinate multiple times in a short period of time. Even though that takes up a good deal of time.]

[Anyways.]

So last night, I got back from book club and decided that I was going to be good and do three certain, high-priority tasks. But then I found Quizlet and spent, well, a lot of time working on that site.

Suddenly, it was really late and my eyes were attempting to go to sleep on their own. I shut down my computer, moved my books off of my bed, and got ready to sleep. My body was exhausted. My brain, though, couldn't stop chasing down rabbit trails like Alice. So I have no idea of when I finally got to sleep. I am fully aware of my 6:30 wake-up. Between going for an eventful run with my roommate and a good deal of coffee, though, I made it through the day. 

"No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us." (Romans 8:37 NIV)