Not Napping

I'm lying in my bed right now most definitely not sleeping. I feel guilty because I told Amy I would take a nap but as exhausted as I am, it just wasn't happening.

Today was fairly awful. I was up until midnight studying for an exam and then decided to get some sleep so I could at least function properly. I got in bed around 12:15. I fell asleep after 3am. I'm not really sure why I couldn't sleep but I woke up around 6 to continue studying for my 8am exam.

Functioning on 3 hours of sleep is interesting. Its not something I do very often. All day long I kept swinging between being in a fine mood because I was too exhausted to care to being a complete mess.

Its like ants on pavement.
I mean, have you ever been standing in a driveway or somewhere, and you notice an ant crawling? And you stop and you stare at it and then you notice another ant. And the longer you stare, the more you notice, and they were there all along but all of a sudden you can't ignore them, they're all you're focusing on, they're everywhere.
That's what happens to my thought process when I'm exhausted. At first, everything is fine. Then I think of one tiny aspect of my life that's not great. Then I stare at my life a little bit longer and I notice something else wrong. And then something else. Before you know it, I'm barely functioning because apparently, I have an awful life and just hadn't noticed before.

Except I don't. That's the exhaustion talking. After all, they're just ants.
This entry is basic level one insanity, easily cured by sleep. Sleep will be attempted in 3..2...1...