The first thing I said this morning, when I woke up an annoying 2 minutes before my alarm, was “EFF!” I’m not even censoring. It was just….eff. I was so disappointed to be awake that I couldn’t even fully cuss.
My favorite activity in the world is sleep. And I’m practically a professional. In college, a friend of mine actually suggested that I major in sleep. During my freshman year I can cite at least 2 examples of having gone to bed at 6pm and not getting up until noon the next day, neither of which was when I had mono.
I was the queen of napping. An expert. The best. I scheduled my classes around what would be the best sleeping situation. Even the semesters I was subjected to 8am classes (and let me tell you, 8am Spanish is NOT a good idea) I was able to be back in bed right after lunch for a good 3 hour snooze.
As I moved up in the major and classes had more of a fixed schedule, I still found time to sleep. With just an hour and a half I could make it back to my apartment, eat lunch, sleep for 20-30 minutes and be to my next class on time.
And yes, even though I’m not necessarily proud of it, I even found ways to snooze while class was in session.*
I could sleep through anything too. I slept through my cell phone ringing, on high volume (which on that phone was a deafening high) and not even flinch. I could sleep through movie after movie. I even slept through a party that was going on in my apartment.
Before you judge me for that last bit, know that I take my sleeping VERY seriously. I was thrown all of last summer when I had that bizarre night schedule but even then I managed to squeeze a nap into my day. I would forgo nights at the bar in favor of passing out at 11. I like to be in bed by 10:30 every work night and preferably already sleeping by that time.
And it’s nice to know that, even though I’m out of college, I’ve still got it. Just last weekend alone I reminded myself of what a champion sleeper I am. Half day on Friday, nap from 4:30-7:00, asleep for the night by 10:30, awake the next morning around 11. Then I started all over again with a 5-7:30 nap, 11:30 bedtime and noon wake-up on Sunday. And I still managed to be asleep by 11 on Sunday night.
Man…all this talk about sleeping has made me a little….*yawn* sleepy….
*(Okay, wait, are my parents gone yet? Dude, I was TOTALLY proud of that! I was the master at it. I had the technique, the position, everything, down to the way I propped the pen in my hand so it would look like I had just paused in my note-taking.)