Another Day, Another 3am Wake-up
What the hell? I mean, seriously, what the hell? I sleep fine on weekends, but then it all goes to hell and I’m up at 3am on a workday. It can’t be jet lag anymore—I have no idea what’s keeping me up these days. For some odd reason, my body chooses to wake itself up at 3am on weeknights. This time, the trigger was a dream I was having about being trapped in a big gymnasium and seeing one of my companions fall from a short stepladder and not get up again. That was enough to pull me out of sleep; considering I couldn’t get to sleep until 1am, today is going to suck, just like a few days last week did.
I only have to make it through five days this week and then I’m home free for 11 days. I just wish I could get a full night’s sleep in order to be, you know, alert for work.
