Like a Drug. And, the Sleep Study Exists!

I love sleeping. I love my bed. I love lying on my bed and looking forward to the sleep I am about to enjoy.
Sleep must be my addiction. Not cigarettes or alcohol, but sleep.

This week is the first week that everyone at work will not be leaving early on Friday, due to the end of summer and a return to our regularly scheduled programming.
Who knew that September would continue to be a downer after your school days were long gone ?

The sleep study exists!
Took forever to fall asleep at the lab. It's all very strange. Such a monumental amount of trust involved in sleeping in a strange place.

I arrive at the lab at 9:30pm sharp. The office has been near my old apartment this whole time. What was kind of creepy was the fact that I was going to go to sleep in a strange place, literally no one there except myself and the guy administering the sleep study. Like I said, monumental trust.
Anyhow, I get there and answer a bazillion questions regarding my health. Then, I get wired up all over my head, and on my arms and legs. The wires are used to detect movement as well as my heart rate, and even if my eyes are open or closed.

Couldn't help but wish the guy administering the lab study was cuter. Doesn't life seem a little bit nicer when you're surrounded by attractive people ? Comforting, almost. Superficial, definitely. I suppose I would have felt a tiny bit more comfortable considering it was a sterile office/lab environment and not the Westin.

I still have blobs of glue stuck on my scalp from where the wires were connected to my head. Even after I washed my hair, I still feel slightly self-conscious. Ah well. No one cares.

Am very curious about my results. It would be an anxious week if I wasn't so drained.

Can't wait to go to bed.

Notes to self

After this past week, and a weekend diet consisting of soup, tea, vitaminwater, and the occasional slices of chocolate cake, here's my latest blog entry:

1. Do not toss banana peels in wastebasket under my desk - it will be the banana-smelling cubicle aLL day.
2. Making healthy decisions on a daily basis is noble. Just remember that all bets are off once Girl Scout cookie season has begun. (Sidenote: WHY ARE SOME COOKIE SERVINGS FOR ONLY ONE COOKIE?!)

On Completely Unrelated Notes...
1. I think a call girl goes to my gym. She was wearing a denim skirt with knee-high boots and a light jacket. Her top was this fishnet-type-thing in which her sparkly gold bra was completely exposed. She wore dark sunglasses that she didn't take off the entire time she was primping in front of the mirror.
2. One of the cattle-called eligible bachelorettes from Millionaire Matchmaker also goes to my gym. The one that Patti called "trashy." If you must know, she was dressed pretty much to the same effect as she was on the episode that aired. (And when will there be millionaire women getting matched up, hmm?)

What I Did This Weekend1. Had my first Mel's Drive-In experience. They've got some life-altering chicken noodle soup there. Mmmm..homemade soup.
2. Got sick.
3. Bought juice/medicine/soup/vitaminwater.
4. Slept the day away and missed arts day and a birthday outing on Saturday.
5. Sucked it up and participated in gospel-song-contest-hoopla. Didn’t stay energized enough to see where my team placed, though.
6. Drank my weight in green-tea-with-lemon-and-honey elixir.
7. Slept for ten hours on Sunday night.
8. Felt better. Which pretty much brings us to Monday.

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