I really love sleeping. I’m one of those people who needs a solid eight hours a night, and, for the most part, is ok with that. When I’m tired, I go to bed. Sometimes, if I’m really exhausted, I even get excited about going to sleep. Not so excited that I can’t fall asleep, mind you, but I really, really look forward to hitting the sack, if you will.
Over the past few days, since my arrival in Korea, this particular brand of excitement has continued to grow. And grow. And grow. In fact, it hasn’t ceased to expand and develop. Why? Because I have yet to actually sleep, which means that every night, as an acceptable bed time approaches, my excitement grows exponentially.
Under normal circumstances, excitement is great. However, when you keep getting let down, again and again, eventually it becomes too much; you start to dread the onset of the excitement, because you fear that this time will be just like all the others. It’s basically sleep’s equivalent of blue balls. To make a long story short: jet lag is seriously kicking my ass.
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