Of course, I could throw back a Tylenol PM or two every night at 9:45, but that seems unrealistic. I'm not even home till 10 a few nights a week and need to wind down after class. I don't want to stay up excessively late though - there's absolutely no reason to do so. But it never fails that a majority of the nights each week I either go to bed too late or can't fall asleep or have a fitful night sleeping or feel like the waking dead when NPR starts telling me stories about dolphins or veterans or composers or politicians.
Does anyone actually ever in their lives feel like they get enough good sleep to be the happiest they can be? It seems a bit futile, to be honest. I hate that I even have to think about though. Like I said, why is something so necessary so damn hard?
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