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July 7, 1997 2:47PM EST Monday Monday. So I slept badly last night. I got lots of sleep, but it was a sleep plagued by nightmares and a loss of blankets sometime in the night which left me to freeze in the air conditioning. I really wish that the 'low' setting on the a/c worked. But it doesn't so I get chilled rather easily and when Sabs stole the covers last night I was not a happy camper. So I'm feeling woozy, slightly light-headed and I ache and I didn't get up in the morning as planned. I rolled out of bed around 12:20 and proceeded to read. The phone interrupted me lots, which really didn't improve my frame of mind. What is it about sleep that is so important. I mean, I know it's supposed to be a time when your brain processes all the stuff that goes on during the day without any of your complex reasoning being in the way. But how is it that just a few hours of down time, if not of high enough quality can so totally affect your mood? Why am I a walking zombie on my early work days and catch an average of 4-5 hours of sleep, but fairly sunny and cheerful on days when I get my full complement of 8-9 hours of sleep? And why is it that I can't seem to adjust to an early morning schedule. No matter how much sleep I actually get on early days, I'm still slightly incapacitated by the early hour at which I need to get up in order to catch the bus. Doctors and scientists are still exploring all of the effects of sleep. Who knows what they'll come up with next. I just hope that I never have another dream about freezing to death, slowly in the Arctic because my husband-to-be stole all the covers on me. |