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Bear-y, Bear-y quite contrary

So I’m about 3/4ths of the way through this thing called a qualifying exam. It’s a 2 week long exam. Yeah. As in, you are working on this exam for 2 whole freaking weeks.

Last week was mostly ok. I had stamina. I had concentration. I had ambition.

This week is pure freaking pain. Drudgery. Struggle. Strife.

Because I no longer want to read anymore about these stupid topics, I no longer want to think about these stupid questions, I have not been sleeping so well. I go to bed at 4am. I get up at 9am. I can’t concentrate. It was freaking raining on me from the ceiling of the lab yesterday, and my headache kept me up even later. I wake up with backaches. I will be so happy on Monday at 4pm.

But this isn’t a complaint about the qualifying exam, as torturous as this is. This is about Bear. Bear who usually stays up until 5am, sleeps for 3 hrs, then comes home from work, naps for 4 hours, wakes up and stays up until 8am. Then the next day will stay up until 2am, and sleep through until morning. Then the next day will fall asleep right after dinner and sleep until right after I’ve gotten into bed. He drives me absolutely batty with his weird variable sleeping habits.

And you would think that while I’m doing this agonizing exam and my sleeping has gone to shit that we would now have some synchronicity. It would be beautiful. We’d be tired together. We’d be awake together. We’d sleep… well, sometimes together.

Guess what Bear has been doing the past few nights? Sleeping 8 straight hours from about midnight until it’s time to get up.

I think this should be a why I love Bear post. Because he freaking keeps me on my toes.