Earlier this week, a decision was made for my sister and nieces to come live at my house for a little while. So, naturally, the youngest of the two very precious girls, slept in bed with me. Normally, I do fine, but last night, I just could not seem to get the sleep/wake cycle in control. Obviously, my body thought it was cool to be awake a one o'clock in the morning, with me knowing that I had to get up in just a mere four hours to drive the kids to school.
I now sit here, in the library of the school I attend, staring blankly at the hammock in front of me, thinking, "Should I go nap. Wait, what kind of sick people have laid in that thing. Does it really matter? I'm about to fall over... No, I will study, as originally intended." All this going on in my head, seeing that I'm the only student in the entire building, I'm sure.
I'm not sure how far the studying will get me, because I'm so exhausted, but at least I can give it a run.
For now, I will continue to stare at the hammock. Who knows, maybe I will get over the germaphobia and take a little napsy.
