Another episode of...Why I need more sleep!

If you've been a long-time reader (and by long time, I mean, a year) of mine, or you've been around me more than a few times, you might recall a few experiences where I did/thought strange things when I was lacking sleep. If not, refresh your memory with these two posts. You may also remember that while I love to sleep, I never get enough of it. I told my mom a few weeks ago that I have pretty much thrown in the towel and realized that I likely will never get caught up on my sleep until I'm 90 or so. While I'm never completely rested, I usually get enough sleep to get by. However, as mentioned in previous blogs (i.e. the ones that I linked to), on occasion I do not. Yesterday was one of those days.

I had stayed up until about 1:30 talking to Cortney. By the time I got to sleep, it was about 2:30. For some reason, I have issues with falling asleep at times. Not all the time, but on occasion I'll just have so many thoughts running through my mind, that try as I may, I can't fall asleep. This was one of those nights. Morning came far too soon. Although I didn't wake up until 10:00, I was still sleepy. As I walked around campus, I felt myself getting more and more tired as the day wore on. After a rather dry D&C class, I was almost sleep walking. My leadership class takes place right after D&C, so I walked to my class, bracing myself for what would most likely be a very long, boring class (and I was right). I got to the building, and walked into my classroom, or so I thought. I took note that there weren't very many people there, but I just tossed that thought to the side. I sat down, and I was surprised at how many people I had never seen before. I'll admit, sometimes I'm not very observant, but I thought I knew my own classmates. My real teacher wasn't there, but I assumed the guy standing at the front of the room was the weekly guest speaker. He was really friendly, talked to me for a bit, as did a few other random people. I was feeling rather popular. About 10 minutes after the bell rang, the teacher asked everyone to open their books to some random page in some book I had never heard about. I sat there, confused that I hadn't remembered that we had a text book in this class. After a few seconds, I looked around, and realized I was most definitely not in the right classroom. I thought about just staying, but decided against it and tried to slip out the back door unnoticed, which probably didn't happen, as I was sitting in the second row. My actual classroom was next door, and I slipped into the back row and just shook my head and laughed a little bit to myself. I mean, had this happened on the second day of class, it would have been understandable. But, there are only about 2 weeks left of class. Pretty much, me = epic fail.

And that is all.