"hey, is that the shut-eye shop? I'd like some sleep please."

I’m having trouble sleeping. To begin with the OC is to blame. It has hard-pressed itself back into my life in the form of the return of season three: how can I resist? Secondly, I have become convinced that the dark is scarier than I previously believed. Hence, I sleep with the light on. At the ripe age of 19 I do believe this is highly unhealthy, but nevertheless it keeps me happy. And sane.

University will do the most malicious cruelty to your sleep pattern. I have personally not been able to sleep until six everyday. Six in the morning. The time when usual human beings may even be awaking. I then wake up at a post lunch time hour of approximately two. Or whatever time Miss Sparrowhawk decides to wake me up. On Sunday I decided to take matters into my own hands, I set my alarm for 10 Monday morning; I only had four hours sleep. To any normal human being this might create a strong feeling of, oh I don’t know, maybe tiredness. It appears I am immune. I have tried to sleep without noise. This failed.

I should purchase sleeping tablets really…

Alas I am a poor and obnoxious student who would much prefer any spare pounds and penny friends to be exchanged for liquid. God I miss the days when sleep came naturally! Usually I drift into a sound slumber to my own form of a lullaby. Generally King’s Aha Shake Heartbreak album. Occasionally The Smiths, although they are my ‘lamenting lyrics’ so I prefer not to snooze to my misery. City and Colour work beautifully, while Bloc Party really don’t! Snow Patrol also fail; I can’t help but sing along, the sound is too recognisable. The lyrics too catchy. The King’s are my favourite because, and I hate to admit this, I don’t truly know the words. My favourite band they may be, Caleb’s voice may provoke so much inside of me, but I really can’t understand my favourite hillbilly. William Fitzsimmons, Bon Iver, Newton Faulkner and Damien Rice are easy sleeping soundtracks to one’s life. Music has forever cured my insomnia moments. Always.

But none of these are working!! Seth Cohen, money worries and general life issues will not allow me to rest. Thus a monster is born. The grumpiest, hungriest most argumentative and unmotivated creature the world has ever seen. God, do I feel like a teenager without the shut eye.

"Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast." Macbeth