Update: you'll never guess what happened today! My bed broke! I'd cry if it wasn't so hilariously ironic...
Part of me feels far too young right now. I feel like a little girl, and I'm not old enough to be in the age and place I am.
The other part of me still hasn't recovered from a weekend of very little sleep last weekend.
This time last week I was drinking coffee to keep me awake for the 12 hours of no sleep I had ahead of me. Treating night like day, we filled the dark with light so that we would still be able to see.Seven days later, you'd think I'd have recovered. But this weekend, I have slept more hours than I have been awake. I have slept long into the morning, mid-morning, closing my eyes against the light.
I still feel tired. That makes me feel incredibly old.