I think a few weeks ago, I hit a new record in sleep deprivation.
It had been a little over 2 weeks since I’ve had a complete 8 hours of sleep. My blissful rests ranged from 45 minutes to 6 hours. I also asked myself about 100 times if my grad school career is worth such a horrible case of the head nods, but I’m still here so I suppose the answer is yes.
To lighten the mood a bit, or perhaps to avoid doing work here are some direct consequences that are a direct result of my not sleeping.
1. My languages were bleeding into one another.
I answered a student in German the other day, and another day switched mid-sentence to a terrible rendition of French. I also started speaking to my cat in Spanish involuntarily.
2. I had to write a check and it looked like this:
I even spelled my name wrong.
3. I fell asleep while working in a public place, and someone took a picture of me.
My friends are so nice.
4. I *almost* walked out the door not completely dressed.
…and another time I actually did.
Don’t worry. I’ve slept some since then. Some.