For some strange reason that word just flashed into my head, and a split second later what followed was Michael Crawford as the Phantom of the Opera, singing whatever part of the opera it is where he’s practically whispering, “Secretly, secretly.” It’s kind of creepy and heartwrenching and an emotion appeal all at the same time. He was part of the original Broadway cast, which I got to see in Toronto when I was seven or eight. It. was. amazing. The movie simply does not compare.
My sleep schedule took a turn for the worse yesterday. Slash best. Slash, who knows? It took me forever to get to sleep Monday night, and yesterday night, too. So much so that at 1:33 this morning I gave up on trying to sleep and read a book instead. I finished that in a little over two hours and at 3:44 am attempted to go to sleep again. That failed. I was awake to hear my dad’s alarm go off at four o’clock and when he got up at what was probably four-thirty.
Then I woke up as my mom and probably my brother scurried around the house to get ready for school about two hours later.
And then I woke up at 10, got up, and stayed up. And I feel the least tired I have in a while. Which is pretty sweet. But also really weird. I thought my tiredness would go away once my sleep schedule became routine, but it didn’t. I’ve been almost more tired these past couple weeks at home than I was when I was at school! But hopefully things are back to normal now.
Although, come to think of it, getting four to six hours of sleep is my normal, so having more than that is abnormal, so if I’m getting more than that per night – I’m going to stop overanalyzing my sleep cycles before I bore you to tears. Or sleep. Or worse, death.
And on that note, I think I’ll go wash some dishes.