Sleep Deprivation

Even though this is from a page in my favorite book, To Kill A Mockingbird, by Harper Lee, I'm not too excited about it.

Then again, today I'm finding it hard to be excited about anything at all.

*Heads up: I tend to write a lot when my day isn't so great.

I've felt like a zombie all day, walking around in a weird comatose state and finding it hard to pay attention to anyone or anything. I have no energy, creative or otherwise. The weekend was great, but over the past three nights, I've gotten the equivalent of one and a half nights' worth of sleep (No, I wasn't partying, I was volunteering at a church camp).

Sleeplessness hasn't had the best effect on my mood. I feel so petulant. My patience was so thin today that I had to let a few people know.

Example? In one of my classes, some moron made a tasteless and ignorant joke about starvation in Africa. Having seen this issue firsthand this past summer on a mission trip, I wasn't too appreciative of his remark, and I made sure he knew that. I could have been a little more forgiving.

I hate being so ill-tempered. It's just not me, or at the very least it's not how I'd like to be percieved. I fell asleep for two hours as soon as I got home, but I couldn't allow myself to sleep any longer, for fear that I might not sleep tonight. I don't want a repeat of today. So I guess I'll just go to bed early tonight in hopes that tomorrow I'll be back to normal.