To put it bluntly, my sleep habits are crap. Last night was the worst it's been in a long time, though.
I fell asleep early yesterday, at about seven in the evening. I woke up at around ten, though, and was wide awake. I cleaned my room up and read about half of a book and was still not tired. I never made it back to sleep last night.
Eventually, at around six-thirty (after watching the sunrise..a first for this notorious anti-morning person) I decided to go for a run. So I got out of bed (I'd been laying there for six hours) put on some shorts and a t-shirt, grabbed my sneakers and headed out. I went on my usual route which is just over a mile long. When I got back my dad was awake. He questioned my reasons for being out, knowing that I do not get up before seven unless there is a concrete reason (I don't even get up that early for school) and he was shocked to hear that I just hadn't gone to sleep.
Finally, I crashed at around eight in the morning. I woke up around two in the afternoon, still completely exhausted. I've made it through the day so far, but I'll be dancing on over to dreamland quite soon.
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