Since I don't have any exciting news to share regarding the queries I sent out, I'd like to tell you about yesterday morning. I have been averaging five to six hours of a sleep a night for more than a year. In fact, I quit sleeping through the night about four years ago. As you can imagine, being sleep deprived can wreak havoc on a person. And I am no exception. In order for you to understand the following story, I need to tell you two things. First, a couple weeks ago I sent a message to a writing buddy of mine. I waited a few days for a response which never came. So I checked my inbox, and there was no message, which indicated I never sent one. But I remembered typing the message, and remembered exactly what I typed. Second, I listen to the radio every morning as I am getting ready for work. And from 5:30 to 6am, instead of playing music, the radio station broadcasts an Ag report show. Okay, keep those two things in mind, and the following will make more sense.
I did not want to get up at 5am yesterday, but that is the time I have to get up so I can get ready for work. Though I rarely ever hit the snooze button or reset the alarm, I decided I was too tired to get up, and when the alarm went off, I reset it for 5:30. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But I didn't sleep long. I mostly just laid there, waiting for the alarm to go off again. After waiting what seemed to be too much time, I glanced at my clock. 6:06! Crap, now I overslept! So I jumped out of bed, rushed to the kitchen to get my coffee brewing, and as I stood there, I thought, "I really am sleep deprived and going crazy. I know I reset the alarm. I remember doing it. Just like I was sure I sent that message to my buddy. I am going nuts! Remembering things that didn't actually happen." I went back to my bedroom, turned the radio on, and then went to the closet to get something to wear to work. As I stood there staring at my clothes, the commercial on the radio ended and the Ag report came back on. And I thought, "Oh my gosh! They're running behind too. What is going on?" Then it dawned on me. I didn't reset my alarm; I reset my clock thirty minutes ahead. So thinking it must be close to 5:30 or a few minutes after, I go back to the kitchen to get my coffee. I look at the clock on the stove. 5:52! What? I glance at the clock on the microwave. 5:45! And then, as if someone is standing with me and can answer, I said out loud, "What the freak time is it?"
I was so confused. And yes, I was losing my mind.