I like my Philosophy class. I really do. But I’ve have had 5 hours of sleep, and have been up since 7am. I’m about to crash.
The prof is a nice guy, and if he weren’t my instructor, I’m sure he’d make a good friend. But, as God is my witness, the man’s lectures are better than Sominex in helping me fall asleep.
I can’t do that of course, mainly because I sit in the front row and if I fell asleep, he’d notice.
He just drones on and on, and I can’t take effective notes when he’s not making any obvious points in his lecture. I wish I had known this before I signed up for his class.
Yes, I know, I’m bitching and moaning, but I’m tired. I realize that this isn’t an excuse, but when I’m in this class and all I can think about is going home and taking a long nap, I’m not going to be learning anything.
I could always go to bed earlier than I have been, but then I’d be awake for what seems like an eternity.
I’d love to have someone to snuggle up to. Maybe I’d fall asleep faster.
That’s all from where I sit.