I am so tired. Once again, here I am at the end of a semester and both ends of my candle are burning dangerously close together. These 21 hour days are catching up with me. Last night, as I was going to bed I wasn't even asleep, but I was having a dream. I distinctly remember stopping the dream and asking myself if it was real. When I realized that it wasn't and I was dreaming, but was not sleeping, I began to get a little frightened that my sanity was waiting for me three days from now when I could get a good night's rest.
Things happen to your brain when you don't get enough sleep. Like this morning, I go about my morning routine when I realize that I'm fifteen minutes behind. My brain just dropped that 15 minutes out of the equation as I was getting ready. I remember at the end of last semester, I would be writing my nightly reports for security when my brain would jolt on and off, like someone turning on and off a light switch. While my brain was "off" everything was working, but nothing was happening. Like when you stare at one of those magic eye things, but don't see the 3d image, that's what my brain was going through. Sure I saw the paper, the pen, my lap which both rested on. I saw my hands and feet, but I didn't perceive any of it. Then when my brain would jolt on again, I'd think that was wierd and keep going.
If I can get everything done for my EDU 204 class this Thursday then I'm doing great. If I can finish my essay for Cronan this weekend, then I'm still doing great because that leaves me two complete weeks to work on a bloody research paper that I have the same angular grasp upon as a marble has on being square.

I don't what I'm going to do. Le sigh.