Experiments and Misadventures.

Tuesday night. It was just the second day of school and I was completely worn out. I entered my home and put down my bag on kitchen bench. I went straight to the study room. I sat down on my desk and tried to organize my thoughts despite the spinning sensation I felt, but my mind betrayed me as it shut down and I subconsciously walked to the other room I've claimed my own, and headed straight for the bed.

I concluded one day that I was tired of cramming and sleeping late, and I decided to take action. For a weekend, I did what I had to which was to not procrastinate. Armed with no form of nicotine whatsoever (which is my form of caffeine-another habit I’m trying to change), I was able to accomplish everything I had to in a span of a day. And it was just Friday. I didn’t put off anything last weekend and to tell you honestly, I didn’t like it at all. It left me absolutely bored and frantic come Sunday evening to the point that I’ve already pestered the bf and the puppies at home (not that I think the puppies minded one bit-in fact I think they loved the extra attention), and still, I was bored. Procrastination and I mesh so well together, I don’t think I can live without it. And I guess, that’s just how the night and I go together too.

This week has been a series of experimentation and misadventures. I tried sleeping early, which meant getting shut eye before the clock struck 11 — and it honestly did me no good. It’s totally contradicting how Tuesday night was a result of my sleeping early. I felt like I was one of those rehab patients (not that I know anyone to base this on...but it just really felt like it), constantly looking for something, for their little drug that satiated their needs. I was fidgety and restless and it seemed that the only side my bed had was the bad side. I always found myself longing for sleep during classes, therefore breaks in between tutorials were allotted to compensating for my drowsiness. It was hell.