9:00 pm: Pop two Tylenol PM, knowing there's no way I will be able to convince my body to fall asleep of its own accord at 9:45, thus ensuring I will get 8 hours of precious beauty sleep before my 5:45 wakeup call in the morning.
9:30 pm: Get in bed, watch American Idol.
10:00 pm: Turn off t.v. and prepare to fall into delicious slumber.
10:30 pm: Am delightfully warm and sleepy, though not asleep. Soon, though, I am sure I will be dozing peacefully.
11:15 pm: My roommate comes home, and I hear her puttering about. The sound of water running and doors closing sets my nerves on edge. Why am I not asleep???
1:30 am: The delightfully warm sleepy feeling has long since dissolved. Now I just feel anxious and very much awake, like I've just downed a large cup of coffee. WTF, Tylenol PM???
6:50 am: I awake with a start from a dream. Wait, what time is it? Before even looking at the time I realize with a sick feeling that, dear lord, I forgot to set my alarm. And I need to be out the door in ten minutes. Holy shit.
Long story short, I did what I never would have believed possible, and what I hope to never do again: I got ready in ten minutes. And now I'm unshowered, unkempt, and stuck at school for the next 7 hours.
And already the semester is off to a smashing start.