I dunno why I'm always waking up at such early hours. It's so annoying. No matter when I go to bed, I'm usually always up before 7. And in result that makes me not make it past midnight.
Last night apparently I fell asleep at Zach's house while a party was going. Then he carried me (literally) to the guest bedroom and I was iun snooze land. I felt a little bad afterwards because I flt like I'd missed stuff. I'm sure alcohol had something to do with my fatigue factor but another big reason was that I had been up since 4:30 in the morning. After a light Friday night, I get about 5 hours of sleep, wake up at 4:30, do basically nothing until the REC opens at 9 and then I go and play basketball for 3 hours. Of course I'm not tired then but it comes back to bite me.
This isn't the first time this has happened either. Me going out and being overwhelmed by sleepiness and I either pass out or I walk home. Been doing that a lot lately too. Last night, apparently I feel asleep around 10. Woke up around 1:30 AM, walked out to the living room with no pants on and asked the people who were still there where my pants were. If I had just looked on the ground of the bedroom I would've seen them along with my shoes.
I got the pants on but now was wide awake, just as the people were starting to go home. Great, now I'm wide awake, people are leaving, and Zach and Kirstyn are tired. So tired that they fall asleep pretty quickly. What do I do? Walk home all the way up Stadium Way, no longer drunk, and get to my bed probably around 2:30. Of course once I lay my head down on my pillow, I'm out like a light.
But only four a few hours cause I'm up again at 6:30. Very rarely do I get mass amounts of sleep. Maybe once every three weeks will I have a solid 8 hour sleep program. I consider those nights recovery nights for all the sleep I'm not getting every other night that I average about 5 hours of shut eye.
Maybe I need to start taking naps to give my body some rest. I'm not tired during the days though. Well I'm tired if I'm bored but that hasn't been happening lately. When you're so close to the REC, boredom doesn't really come into play.
I hate naps. Waking up all disoriented. Not for me. I was kinda confused last night when I woke up in Zach's guest bedroom, mainly cause I didn't remember how I got there. This morning I was shown an array of pictures that told showed some of what I missed last night. Most were taken by someone not named Zach because Zach was wrestling me in bed. Don't remember that at all. There was also a puke down next to my head. But I didn't puke.
I'm not a puker when I drink. There was that one time back after a night of salsa dancing on Capitol Hill when I just got smashed and puked while sleeping. Facebook pictures can describe the after effects of that night. I felt so shitty the next day.
And to make it worse, that next day I was having a family birthday dinner for in my honor for my 25th birthday. Oh I felt so sick.
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