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Hrm
I don't even think you'd have to check the timestamp on this entry to notice that my sleep schedule is fucked up.
But I sit in bed, mulling, looking desperately for the elephants at the rim, and, if I'm lucky, the turtle. Why can't I sleep?
It's not like I'm not trying. Sure, I played a little Guitar Hero, but I'm in bed right now. Shouldn't that count for something?
It's then that I realize that sleep, like other things in life, doesn't always work out the way you want it to.
But I sit in bed, mulling, looking desperately for the elephants at the rim, and, if I'm lucky, the turtle. Why can't I sleep?
It's not like I'm not trying. Sure, I played a little Guitar Hero, but I'm in bed right now. Shouldn't that count for something?
It's then that I realize that sleep, like other things in life, doesn't always work out the way you want it to.