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Nov. 15th, 2006 05:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ink_n_impHow is it I am still mind numbingly weary, even though I've been going to sleep around 11:30/12 pm/am this week? One night of straight sleep wherein I don't wake up at odd hours and then am reduced to watching the gorram sun rise is all I want, is that asking for too much?
Last night, instead of writing my paper on the Etruscans I ended up collapsing into bed for what I swore would be a short nap, only to wake up at 5 am to a waking nightmare. You know, those nightmares where you are awake but not quite? They've been getting increasingly common for me since last year, and they are all the same. I wake up, and am confused to find someone standing next to my bed, leering at me. Always leering. I'm talking HUGH psycho Cheshire cat grin, and usually with wonky eyes too. After a moment they dissappear and I can move again. The first one was a guy with a close cropped goatee who faded slowly, til I could only see his grin, but he was the worst because while he was leaning over me I couldn't breath. Last night it was a vaguely Asian woman with long black hair and very large cat like eyes, crouching at the side of my bed and who was gone as soon as I blinked. At this point I've gotten so used to these waking nightmares I can only muster confusion and a slight "Well, THAT looks terrifying" response.
*sigh* But that means that Sunday night/Monday morning/Monday afternoon is now dedicated to writing this fucking Etruscan paper. And I LIKE the Etruscans too, it's just I've never had a semester where I felt more like I was the unwilling passenger in Mr. Toad's autmobile *glares at Disneyworld for replacing that ride with Winnie the Pooh*. Which is odd too, considering that so far I've been getting amazing grades on my papers and what not (at least in Cultural Symbolism). Yet still, I feel like I'm barely hanging on my the seat of my trousers, and I think that's only adding to the general malaise and brain drain and ungodly sleeping patterns.
TENNESSEE HO!!!!!!! Hopefully I'll find some much needed peace back on old Rocky Top.
Last night, instead of writing my paper on the Etruscans I ended up collapsing into bed for what I swore would be a short nap, only to wake up at 5 am to a waking nightmare. You know, those nightmares where you are awake but not quite? They've been getting increasingly common for me since last year, and they are all the same. I wake up, and am confused to find someone standing next to my bed, leering at me. Always leering. I'm talking HUGH psycho Cheshire cat grin, and usually with wonky eyes too. After a moment they dissappear and I can move again. The first one was a guy with a close cropped goatee who faded slowly, til I could only see his grin, but he was the worst because while he was leaning over me I couldn't breath. Last night it was a vaguely Asian woman with long black hair and very large cat like eyes, crouching at the side of my bed and who was gone as soon as I blinked. At this point I've gotten so used to these waking nightmares I can only muster confusion and a slight "Well, THAT looks terrifying" response.
*sigh* But that means that Sunday night/Monday morning/Monday afternoon is now dedicated to writing this fucking Etruscan paper. And I LIKE the Etruscans too, it's just I've never had a semester where I felt more like I was the unwilling passenger in Mr. Toad's autmobile *glares at Disneyworld for replacing that ride with Winnie the Pooh*. Which is odd too, considering that so far I've been getting amazing grades on my papers and what not (at least in Cultural Symbolism). Yet still, I feel like I'm barely hanging on my the seat of my trousers, and I think that's only adding to the general malaise and brain drain and ungodly sleeping patterns.
TENNESSEE HO!!!!!!! Hopefully I'll find some much needed peace back on old Rocky Top.
