insomnia
I hate how some night before I'm even in bed five minutes, I know that it will be one of those nights that I don't "really" sleep. Last night was like that. Even though my eyes were closed and the hours passed one on the other, my thoughts swirled round and round my brain in incohesive bilingual nonsense and luring, rearing half-dreams. Of course I slept, because I know I dreamed at least once. If it had been true insomnia, I would have lain awake gazing at the numbers turning on the clock rather than facing the digital glow what seemed like every five minutes to find another hour passed.

Still, with my brain so LOUD and my heart racing, it was impossible to get any real rest. Thankfully, even with laying 7 full hours, eyes closed and prone seems to get me enough rest to be fully functional some days. The truth is, when I went to bed last night, I wasn't even tired after a full day working, photographing, exercising, shopping and studying. Of course it's stress; this sort of thing always happens before a big event or test that I'm anxious or exited about. Huh. Guess my head was just a little too gambarou about today's Japanese test.

But I think I'll feel it at the end of today.

IN OTHER NEWS: Japan's beloved Beckham is a perv. I mean, are we really surprised? He married an ex Spice Girl for Chrissakes. And an anorexic one at that. But heck, if I were as good looking as him, I might go after the ladies too. You know, just because I could.