You Know You're Over-tired When...

I am writing an essay at the moment. (Well, clearly I'm actually procrastinating. It comes to much the same thing.) It is the fourth essay due in the last two weeks. This is not good. Especially for a dyslexic eejit like myself - no siree, this is hard work. I so far have 1000 words out of 3000. I have one more day. One day more. It's not looking good.

So, yesterday I decided to get up early and work all night if necessary, just to get to my target of 1000 for the day. This did not go as planned. After a day of sitting at my computer I had read about a hundred blog posts, stumbled several thousand times and been on facebook innumerable times. I had written a measly 500-odd words. And odd they were. So I basically continued the drudge of sitting in my computer chair, but now with the computer on my lap and me (and the chair) facing the other way. I thought a change of scenery might help. I proceeded to write another few words before my legs got really hot (maybe I should buy a laptray?) and my head started falling off. Ok, that's en exaggeration, I just kept nearly falling asleep. I shook myself awake and tried again. Nope, more sleepy tired head nodding. I forced myself awake for a bit more time and assumed it was ridiculously late - hence the drooping. It was 11.30.

11.30 and 600 words in, I gave up for the night. I began to get ready for bed...and then the scary things happened:

I picked up my top pillow to fluff it, basically punch it into submission. This I did on one side. And then I turned it over. To my HORROR there was an EVIL SNAKE curled around the other side, clearly a tough snake as is had not been disturbed by my pillow-punching. My heart rate shot up and what little adrenaline I had (I have Addison's Disease - my body doesn't produce adrenaline) shot around my body like a ferret on speed. This happened in a matter of seconds And then my eyes focussed. The 'snake' was a crease in my pillow, which instantly straightened and disappeared when I dropped it in shock. Embarrassed isn't a strong enough word.

Having begun to calm down after this escapade, I turned to put my pyjamas on. As I looked down at the floor to put my legs into my trousers, the floor became THE SEA, waving and swaying in front of me. At this point I realised just what a good idea going to bed at this point was. If that's what happens to me physically when I'm tired and stressed, imagine the rubbish I might write in the essay! I was saving myself, and my grades. Probably.

Anyhow, it is now 6 o'clock the next day and I have written only 1000 words. Better get back to it.

Stupid essay.