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Sleep Debt

During my college days I took a number of psychology classes to fulfill my elective requirements. Not only were they entertaining, they also made me realize how fragile a personÂ’s mind is and how easy it is to manipulate them (Not that I ever use any of my knowledge to play mind games with people of course). My first psych class was taught by Dr. Maas, a world renown sleep researcher. For the majority of the semester, he would convince us that an normal person needs an average of 9 hours of sleep each night to function optimally. If that were true, I would have been functioning sub-optimally almost all my life! Sad, isn't it?

For the past two weeks, I have been adding to my sleep debt: sleeping later and later. This turned out to be not good for me especially when I have tons of things on my mind. So all this emotional tiredness and physical tiredness drained the life out of me. I could tell that I couldn't focus or hold my thoughts together ... I become a walking zombie. So last night I couldn't take it much longer, and I crashed onto my bed at 9:30pm and slept until 7:30am! I really don't remember the last time I slept that early ... I think I need another couple nights of this, I feel like I'm still at 50%.

Well, if nothing else, maybe these funky alarm clocks will help me at least wake up in time. Here's one that shoots eggs at you when it goes off, and this one pops out puzzle pieces and won't shut up until they are back into place. OH this sure brings back memories. I had a chicken shaped alarm clock back in the day which would sing "WOOOOOOOOW .... YEEEEEEEAAAAAAH ... HEY BABY WAAAAKKKKE UP! COME AND DAAAANNNNCE WITH MEEEE ...." over and over again until I hit its head. Pretty interesting, huh?

If you want to take anything this entry, remember this: SLEEP!!!

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