Tactfully deficient

As I was walking to WAIH this morning, I passed by one of my classmates who asked me if I was "going to fall asleep in class today."

"Of course," I replied with veiled sarcasm. It's not that I mean to fall asleep in any class - and certainly not while one of my classmates is making a presentation, however sometimes I can't help it. Given the heat index and the fact that my sleep patterns have been buggered for ages, there are times I can't escape. It's like a stalker at my back, I'm aware it's there, I know it's coming. I try to fight it - I try to escape. Sometimes I think I've won but then it overtakes me and I have no idea I've lost until I snap back to reality.

In any case, I am fully aware of my shortcomings. I need them neither highlighted nor made light of by others. In this case, it would appear that I will be continuing to feed the vending machine my dwindling cash resources in exchange for a caffeinated elixir.

As if my dreams were boring...

I already knew that it happened, but it took tonight's episode of Worst Case Scenario to remind me about the potential that one's anesthetic could fail, leaving one to experience the entirety of one's surgical procedure. In effect, one gets paralyzed and put to sleep, but the pain isn't inhibited. I can say for certain that I would not relish the experience - it sounds like a form of medieval torture. Granted I may have a momentary fascination with watching myself get cut open, provided I can't feel it, but searing pain is something I can do without.