Everyone Loves a Boston Girl

I’ve decided that life is too short to sleep. So what if I have to live with a constant feeling of grogginess and a persistent headache. Isn’t that what coffee is for? My desk is a bit too centrally located in the office for me to take naps, although this doesn’t stop some people. But basically, if I can manage to stay awake until 5:00 p.m., I allow myself a short nap on my T ride to my next destination. Take Tuesday for example. I successfully stayed awake until I had to leave work, walked to the T, got on, and promptly fell asleep. Now, falling asleep on the T during rush hour is no easy feat but I managed to do it in less than 5 minutes. Throughout the ride, I could occasionally feel my head leaning toward the person on my left, and at one point I felt myself starting to drool. But when you’re asleep, these things don’t really feel like such a big deal. Until I woke up at Coolidge Corner, looked out the window and saw where we were, jumped out of my seat, grabbed my bags, and ran off the T before the doors closed. Perfect timing. The guy sitting across from me was staring at me like WTF.

This is the point that I decided I am one gigantic mess. But to be quite honest, I just can’t find the time to sleep. Between work, school, freelancing, and friends, where is the time? Every time I turn off my lights and shut my eyes, I start feeling really jittery and guilty. How can I be wasting precious time sleeping when I have so many other things to do? Even if there’s nothing I HAVE to do, I should be doing something I WANT to be doing. I don’t like sleeping; it’s boring.

Of course, I do not feel this way first thing in the morning. When I’m already sleeping, there’s nothing I’d rather be doing and you have to drag me out of bed to get me up. I am anxiously awaiting next week, when my classes and exams are over and there is the slight possibility I will be less of a mess for three weeks. And hopefully I will be able to find some time to fit in sleep…preferably in my own bed, rather than at my desk or in the nastiness of the T. Thank God for Dunkin’ Donuts.