Let's face the facts here: I am really bad at sleeping.
Most people who know me know this. I'm just a picky sleeper. It needs to be quiet. It needs to be dark. It needs to be not too cold but not too warm. And it needs to not be moving.
Alas, even when all of these criteria are lined up nicely, sometimes the sleep refuses to come. My mind won't turn off, my heart won't stop racing, my thoughts won't subside, my twisting and turning will not be stilled.
I'm conditioned to function pretty well on limited sleep. But it makes me crabby and impatient. Sometimes, I don't realize, but I did yesterday. First the line at Gwinn for lunch... And second, wanting to rip off the head of the girl sitting behind me in UFND who was crunching on ice for the last hour of class. Oh my gosh, I was so mad. But I looked at myself (that's a fun trick), and said, "Hey, calm down a little. It's just ice. Don't even worry about it. You're supposed to be Miss Mellow. Let's get back to the happy place, ok?"
Speaking of happy places, yesterday (after the ice crunching) was fatastical.