KrispyKremes

Listening to: The Darkness
Currently Reading: Wild Oats – Veronica Henry 

I didn’t know how much I missed you until you walked through the front door carrying those Krispy Kremes No but really, Krispy Kremes aside, welcome back hon 

Another thing I didn’t know:

I didn’t know how much uni stress was affecting me until they started manifesting themselves in the weird Early Morning Events (EMEs) at a time that Kelvin likes to call the witching hour.

Note: all three EMEs occured independently but within two nights of each other.

EME number 1:
I had a nine am class and as usual when I woke up it was still dark out. So I got ready to go take a shower and then decided to sneak a peek at my clock to see how much snooze time my body could negotiate with my brain when I realised it was only 3.30 am and that my alarm clock had not even rung yet.

EME number 2:
I woke up in the middle of the night and switched on my lights and began searching in the folds of my comforter for my microscope slides feeling confidently sure that I had left some there…When I couldn’t find them I just decided to look for them in the morning and went back to sleep. I only realised how messed up that was until I woke up at a more humane hour the next morning.

EME number 3:
I found myself asking Barath on the phone two nights ago how his experiments were going…for those of you who don’t remember he’s doing a degree in computing and software engineering…I was half asleep and apparently in my subconscious everyone has lab related careers.

These EMEs were the only ways my subconscious knew to tell me to freaking sleep because apparently my alert consciousness did not see a  need for it. I went a bit mad on Friday night and in a mad overhaul to control my  nerves I cleaned my entire room and threw out stuff that I had been hesitating to do so before because I’m a “storer.” I store more junk than I throw away because I assign lots of measly old ratty pathogenic things with sentimental value. I threw most of them away in an attempt to bring order to my life because apparently I was losing control over my subconscious.

Howver that’s not how it works and turns out all I needed was sleep. Today I learned how to look my lab supervisor in the eyes at 5 pm sharp and say “I’ll see you tomorrow but right now I have somewhere to be.”

And I did. I got back while it was still light, caught the end of my favourite radio show, sat in my favourite bean bag (Billy) with my legs up on my bed and forgot all about slides for one precious afternoon.

Good feeling that.