Haven't blogged in a while. Haven't had time to blog. Seriously, I have things to do literally every second of the day. Books to read, homework to do, people to talk to, places to go, subjects to study, shakespearean plays to watch, the list is never-ending. I need sleep. So really, idk why I'm blogging right now.
Anyway, the point of this post was... Well, there really is no point to it. I just felt like putting together a piece of writing that wasn't a compulsory English essay. Or strings of words put together to deepen some relationship or other. Hah. Hardly.
I have realized though, being tired makes me more emotional and less self-conscious. I do and say 'n'importe quoi' I feel like without caring so much about if I'm offending someone, if I look stupid, if I'm annoying, if I have an emotional breakdown. I imagine that a small taste of what getting drunk is like. You think less, act more.
Evidence? If someone made statistics out of every crying (legit tears falling) episode I've had, I'm sure I was at least mildly sleep deprived majority (80%?) of the time. With less sleep, more of my optimistic self dissipates.
Shleepy, can you tell?
Erica
