A foghorn, perhaps?
Lately I’ve been having trouble falling asleep at night. Doesn’t matter what time I lay down, I almost never fall asleep before midnight, and lately it’s been closer to 1 or 2 in the morning before I finally drift off to sleep. Getting up, as one might guess from the lack of sleep, is also something that’s becoming progressively more difficult to do.
It’s particularly annoying when something really soft such as my computer randomly turning on at 3 in the morning (okay, seriously, wtf? I have no idea why it did that. It wasn’t even the beep that woke me, just the soft whrrrrrrr of the fans coming on) will immediately snap me out of slumber, yet I’ll sleep through a very obnoxious and loud alarm for an hour and a half.
So last night I thought to myself “Self, I’m pooped. Let’s go to bed early.” Martial arts class was skipped, an early dinner was eaten, and I was in bed by 8 pm, looking forward to a glorious 9 hours of sleep. To my surprise I woke up before the alarm went off. I sat up in bed, and as my brain slowly kicked into gear I realized I didn’t feel like I had slept for 9 hours. In fact, I was still really tired and groggy. I scraped enough sleep from my eyes to be able to focus on the clock, then blinked dumbly for a moment at the time.
12:03. *sigh*
It was 2:30 before I was able to fall asleep again, and I still have absolutely no idea what woke me up.
Oh, and I slept through the alarm again. >.<
Tags: sleep