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The challenge of getting enough sleep.

I am sat here in the JPR (now if you read my previous entry you will know what this means, but for the unenlightened it means the “Justice Prayer Room”) getting some computer stuff done. It’s cool coz I can type away, yet join with the prayers and worship at the same time (multitasking, it’s an art). Anyways, I was just refleting today on the syndrome of not getting enough sleep, which is kind of the same as not getting to bed early enough. I think the reflection was fuelled by the fact that I only got 4 hours sleep last night (now for you parents with young children that might be a lot, but for me it’s not quite enough). Anyways, I have free will, so it’s kind of my own fault, but it has still made me feel a little bit zombied out today, and I had not one, but two trips to the coffee shop this morning in an attempt to get those caffeine levels up.

Still, although in hindsight not the most profitable choice, I did have a good reason for getting to bed late as I was watching the Academy Awards live on TV in the USA. WOW. I’ve been faithfully following the Oscars over the years (as we call them in Norway), but the past years it’s usually been with a nice (note: not too highly appreciated) Portuguese voice very kindly dubbing all the acceptance speeches and other things uttered in English. So it was great! I loved it!! Even if it did make me realize that I really haven’t seen many films last year…I guess I’ll be stocking up on DVDs to watch. So yes, getting to bed past midnight and then rising and shining (though maybe less shiny because of the tiredness) at 4:30 am is not something I should be doing every day.

I’ve been getting through the day (it’s been a great day) pretty much on willpower, and in the prayer room and in class I have tried to not close my eyes too much…I know some of you can relate to how that can be disasterous if your aim is to stay awake.

So, what lesson have I learnt from this experience? Get to bed earlier and get enough sleep. The problem isn’t that I get up too early, it’s rather that I get to bed too late. Shame it’s so nice to spend time with people, but hey that’s life.

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