Insomnia

I came home last night for the weekend with Gamer Guy. It was a hectic week. The Fulbright application has been a nightmare solely because I cannot seem to get any knowledgeable help from the honors department. I had two papers due yesterday, one of which had to be in German. And next week it will be much of the same. Only the following Monday will be when my Fulbright application is due on campus -- October first.

Last night, I couldn't sleep. I haven't been able to sleep much at all, lately. Part of that is because of the stranger that is my current roommate who does silly things like typing very loudly on her computer keyboard until two in the morning. Part of that is most likely because I have a lot on my mind. And the rest of it is probably just because I could never sleep anyway.

Gamer Guy was in the other room. I went and sat next to him on the couch. He peeked up at me from under the blankets, asked what was wrong. I told him I couldn't sleep. We talked for a little bit. He offered to let me stay with him in the den -- put me on the couch and he would stay on the floor. I told him no. It's bad enough the most I can offer is the basement couch since he will never take my bed, and I didn't want him on the floor.

I went back to my room and sat up in bed for a little bit. But something had started something to going in my head and it wasn't stopping. I couldn't really figure out why or what it was that was keeping me from being tired at 2 AM.

GG came back into the room. He threw the comforter up over me as he dragged a blanket in behind him. "Scoot over." I looked at him like he was insane. There is not much space for scooting over on a twin-sized bed. He climbed over me and laid down on top of the bed and threw the blanket over him.

"But what if my parents..."

"Shut up. Go to sleep."

He went back to the couch about 8.