Getting up at 12.

I absolutely adore Tuesdays. I'm not going to bore you by posting the millions of reasons why, because there aren't any. And I'm positive that Tuesday hasn't been the best day of the week all my life, being pretty much the beginning of the week and all. But thanks to my amazing timetable this year, it means lectures don't start until 1pm. What does that mean for me?

My pit

I get to sleep. Until the afternoon. Woo.

Waking up today was much different than yesterday. The night before, I barely got any sleep and woke up in the morning with a headache that lasted all day (all self-inflicted, of course). But instead of getting out of bed at 8.30am (like yesterday), today I crawled out of bed at 12, amassing a total of 10 hours sleep.

And last night, my sleep was amazing. I woke up once after nearly jumping out of bed because I had a dream where I tripped over a pothole, but apart from that, I slept like a log. Which is quite surprising, being as though I've just had a flashback of another dream I had where I was holding my door shut because a murderer was trying to enter my house. Woken up by nightmares? Nah, not me.

But it's a real shame, because tomorrow my sleep is ruined by the fact that I have a 9am lecture. I know I could go to bed early, but my body clock won't let me sleep until 2am at the earliest- damn you student life!