Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Beauty rest

I have experienced, about once a week or so, not being able to sleep. Turning, tossing, twisting to try to find the "perfect" position. This happened to on Friday, and I felt like crap. In school, I got nothing done other than dreaming of christmas tree ortaments fighting over thier right to be hung and drudging through the hallways from one napping location to the next. My brother the day before also experienced a similar feeling- he got home after 7 hours of school and 4 hours of vigorous varsity swim practice, shuffling through the door with his glazed eyes half closed. My brother had gotten past all but one obsticle getting between him and being zombified on the couch watching Monday night football- Adv. Geometry homework.My brother is usually great and extremly efficient at his homework, but since he missed a key lesson in math two days before and his mind had been bleached of all thinking by the clorine water in the school pool, he needed help. That help, to my delight and by appointment of the master & mistress of the household, was to come from me. My brother during this time did his best to solve the problems. When he finished writing down the answers I told him to write, he sunk deep into the living room couch, and fell asleep before kickoff.

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