Fiddy and Fried

Yesterday, I wrote a 55 page paper. Well, I wrote a 40 page paper, plus 15 pages that each listed a single reference source-- the same source-- 15 times. (I really do not understand my Management professor.) Yesterday, I also discovered the absolute best most perfect way to appreciate my bed.

You know, sometimes I'm not really excited about going to bed. There are too many wonderful books and cool movies and good friends that I want to spend my time on instead-- and of course, the cat must be petted. And then there are the times when I'm not able to sleep or the bed is too lumpy or too hot or too cold or the sheets are wrinkled... and I'm just not really very appreciative of my bed.

But yesterday... or rather, this morning, I figured it out. First, stare at a computer screen from 10am until 3am, with a few short breaks for eating and other necessities. Your eyes will be so bugged out and tired that the dark is a soothing relief. By 3am, you will no longer be sure how to string words together into sentences, or you will forget that the sentence needs to END, and will just string all your thoughts together in one long long long sentence that never ends and gets kinda messy and really fairly pointless. And you'll be tired of holding up your head, tired of sitting at the desk. Tired of leaning forward on the one arm to read the screen better because your eyes got fuzzy around 4pm, and eyes don't get a second wind.

Then, you go to bed. And bed feels like some luxurious palace where nothing has to move and nothing has to bear weight, and it is SOFT and COOL and DARK and QUIET and SUPPORTIVE and there is NO GUILT INVOLVED... Man-- I tell you, going to bed this morning felt better than sex.

Of course... the alarm went off at 7:30. And the phone started beeping at 9. And the cat decided that 10am was really quite late enough, thank you. And I gave up even pretending to sleep by about 10:30... I mean, after all, I still have another paper to write today. Sigh... I miss my bed.