Okay, okay, I tell myself. After dinner. Then I’ll hit the sack.
My reasoning seems near-seamless. I’ll get to bed at a decent hour…six or seven o’clock. Then, I’ll have about nine, ten, maybe even eleven hours to sleep, and then I can wake up and hit my schoolbooks.
Dinner takes longer than expected.
It is seven o’clock by the time I start to look like I’m turning in, relaxing with a book that I picked up on my last once-in-a-decade library trips.
It’s a gripping story.
Okay, okay, I think to myself. Eight o’clock is a good time to fall asleep. Even then, with ten hours, I’ll wake up at five refreshed and ready to slay the day. After all, it is a really good plot.
I close one eye, and start breathing slowly to simulate sleep. Maybe, my body will sort of half-sleep and I can read just a little longer?
Okay, that’s enough reading for now. My journal has been neglected lately…Four pages later, it’s getting rather late. (P.S. I almost NEVER write four pages at a time!!!)
Well, I was enjoying my library book, so I pop it open again. I mean seriously…could it hurt? And I’m not tired anyhow.
Wow! Great plot! A real page-turner!!!
Okay, enough, Seph!!!
I turn out my light at 10:45.