Stress and Complaining

Current Mood/Status: MEH
Currently Doing: College Stuff
Song of the Day: Politik, Coldplay

I took a nap after our exceedingly early swim meet this morning (which, by the way, was really cool until the very end). I probably hit my bed at about 12:30ish, but my mom called later and woke me up. I thought she called because it was already early evening and she hadn't heard from me or something, but, in fact, it was only about one in the afternoon. Later, after she came home, she woke me up for food, and I thought that it must surely be dinner--for, once again, it felt as if I'd slept deeply enough for that much time to pass. But, in fact, it was only about three.

I think that after one of the times that I hit my sleep button this morning (before the swim meet), I had a brief dream about writing an essay and sending it off to my dad for proofreading. Before I got up this afternoon, I'd had another dream in which he responded and I was tweaking my paper. A bit later, I fell back asleep again, but when I woke up and checked, they had, indeed, all been dreams--nothing in the sent mail.

I don't feel like writing any more. I've done way too much concentrated thinking this past month already.

Oh, wait, I was going to throw in one more small rant. I was so tired this past week that I woke up with a headache of at least moderate degree at least thrice this past week--and when I say "woke up," what I essentially mean is "woke up at two or threeish in the ae-em." Because I get too tired to function terribly well at midnightish after swim practice and a long, long, long day.