So being at a fest and sharing a hotel room with other folks is totally fun and all, but it sucks when you’re always the first person to wake up in the morning. Seriously. We fell asleep at like 1:30am. How is it possible that my body could think it was appropriate to wake up at 5:15 am? That’s less than four hours. There were blackout curtains and everything. And I think that’s about the same amount of sleep I got last night. I need to fill that prescription… My thyroid levels are all screwed up. And I’m still jetlagged from Boston. This can’t be healthy, but I also don’t really feel like I’m dragging or that I have insomnia or anything. It’s weird.
And now I have to make the decision: When do I go back up? The doors in hotels are really loud, and the fluorescent overhead lighting pours in from the hallway all harsh and obnoxious in its morning glory. I think I’m giving them til 9. That’s almost a solid 8 hours? Is that fair? This is stressing me out. Ugh. I hate picking this arbitrary time that will just bum everyone out. It’s a whole hour away… I’m bored :(
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