Yesterday I actually woke up at 330pm after going to bed at 1am the previous night. I’ve a pretty strict no-alarm-clock rule on Sunday mornings (since I’ve to wake up early for yoga on Saturdays) and I’ll just wake up naturally on Sunday mornings, though my “natural” wake time probably doesn’t seem normal to most people because I actually don’t sleep late on Saturday nights. I shock myself sometimes, especially yesterday. And despite being awake for barely 12 hours, I slept at 1230am last night, feeling darn tired.
Didn’t enjoy a good night’s sleep though, which is interesting because I do research in sleep medicine but my sleep has worsened ever since I started work. Just before my alarm clock sounded and I woke up, I was dreaming about waking up late and having to rush through the morning procedure of washing up, bathing and putting on make-up. Finally, in my dream, I rushed out to take a bus, and it seemed that I would make it to work on time. At this point, my darn alarm clock rang in real life. I jumped up, switched it off, realised that was all a dream and thought, “Damn, that wasn’t real. Which means that I’ve to wash up, bathe and put on make-up all over again!” haha.
My dreams don’t use to bother me so much, but these days they make me feel tired, like I’ve been carrying out my dreams physically instead of mentally all night. I suppose this is a kind of sleep disorders. Again, ironic.
So I’m still feeling foggy now. And my STUPID colleague’s still forever yakking away on her phone, in her crude language and unpleasant voice. Boy, I really dislike her. She has this weird way of pronouncing words like “coordinator” and “correct”, which I find both amusing and irritating at the same time. She has a bad cough which has persisted for months and months. It’s irritating to even hear her keep coughing. Incredibly biased hahah.
But when she coughs and coughs non-stop, I simply hope that she’ll vomit or something haha. And I actually hope that she’ll get pneumonia. I know. I’m evil.
