No dreams, but much waking. Every hour, almost on the hour. I blame it on the fact that I woke up around two with a desperate need for water that still persisted even after I had finished the large glass from the table beside my bed. The only other liquid was Matt and Grace’s discarded bottle of Coke, from which I ill-advisedly took two or three hearty gulps.
I am the girl that can’t drink tea after 4pm because it wacks up my sleeping patterns so much. It’s no wonder that my body spent the night constantly hitting its own snooze button.
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