Fire Alarms and Flashbacks

Last week, I posted about sleep deprivation.  Evidently the Universe decided it wanted to have a little fun because today was one of the worst days of my life.  And it's only 9:15

I know I was still awake last night around 1 in the morning because at some point, having been unable to sleep, I rolled over and saw that it was 1 in the morning.  I have no idea how long it took me to fall asleep after that, but it was already too late.  I woke up at 6 in the morning and again at 6:15 to my roommates alarm which, as silent as it is, and as quickly as she turned it off, I guess I'm listening for it now . . .

I finally made it back to sleep when I woke up again at 8:10 when my roommate accidentally dropped a few things.  To give you a clue to how tired I was. . . she dropped her books, I didn't flinch.

I'm a really jumpy person (I have no idea why), and if you drop things and startle me awake (as my old roommate can tell you) I freak out.  But this time, I didn't . . . because I was exhausted.

At 8:30 my roommate had left for class and I believe I had drifted off.  I know that I fell asleep before 8:46 because at that ridiculous time of day, only 29 minutes before I actually had to wake up, the ear-splitting shriek of the fire alarm was heard throughout the building.

In 60 seconds, all I had time to do was grab my phone and my keys, put on a pair of pants, a jacket, a hat and my shoes and get out of the building.

If my family wasn't coming up today to take me out to dinner, I might skip all my classes and sleep the rest of the day.

Stinkin' Housing Office.

And what's really sad is the I would only just be waking up right now . . . :'(