You know what I really hate? When you're in bed late at night after a long, exhausting, mind fucking day (7 1/2 hours of active studio class followed by staying up on a Friday night to do 6 hours of homework) and all you want is to be able to fall into the deepest depths of slumber, but your blankets aren't in the right order so they get all tangled in your legs, so you start kicking excessively (usually with the foreknowledge that such a response is futile) in attempts to somehow, by some will of god rearrange the damn things, but you're only worsening the situation, and now you're all frustrated and anxious and have shot at falling asleep for what seems like hours but when you repeated look at the clock (because you always do when you can't fall asleep) you realize that it's only been about 10 minutes 34 seconds, and then your anger is only magnified with exasperation with the lack of time passing.
Man, that shit sucks...
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