|added Thu January 29 2004 at 10:16 PM
|This morning was the first time I missed work this semester. I remember being woken up at about 7AM (the time I start work) and again at 8AM (about half way through my first shift) and then at about noon. Somehow, I could not defeat my matress.
It's rather normal, actually, given the circumstances. I reach a certain point of exhaustion that I can't wake up no matter what I want. I can only have so many consecutive days of waking up dead tired before I don't wake up at all. It used to be that this was based on how many nights I got less than 4 or 5 hours of sleep, but now it's more like the number of nights with less than 7 hours of sleep.
The worst part is that I still have just over a million things that have to get done. To add to the frustration, I am, well, frustrated, with most of my classes. Not only do I not have time to finish my assignments, I don't even understand them when I do have time. I am either partially or completely lost in several of my classes, and I really don't like the feeling. My profs all seem really good, it's just me. I simply don't get it.
I really miss the days of "work=results" as opposed to "work=frustration." I don't want to wake up in the mornings because I know that the day will just bring more stress and more confusion. Unfortunately, sleeping in isn't an option because that doesn't reduce stress, it simply creates more.
Good night, I'm off to do another hour or two of thermo, and I'll wake up as early as I possibly can to try to do my kinematics homework (I never did do the homework for last week, I started on it, and wasted 2-3 hours trying to remember how to use Catia).