It's 11 pm...

Tonight I fell asleep on the couch at 8:30. I woke up around 9:30 when the captain told me it was time to go to sleep. Around 10:30 I got up once again because I couldn't sleep. I probably should have just stayed on the couch. And although A) it's not the middle of the night B) I'm much more lucid then lately when I've blogged and C) I'm intimidated by blogging after discovering a friend's blog that is totally beautiful, I've decided to write a post.

I blame the weird sleeping patterns on two things: 1) stress and 2) language learning. One of my classmates today told me that as he falls asleep at night random lists of words will run through his mind. I could completely commiserate since approximately 58 minutes ago this was what was running through my mind as I tried to go back to sleep.

si ge yue, ni zhi dao, wo zhi dao, yi hou, ran hou, yi qian, yi bian, yi bian...

Which translates to...

four months, you know, I know, after, then, before, while, while...

Apparently sleep is really good for language learning because the words you learn get lodged into the wrinkles in your brain, probably creating new wrinkles as well, becoming a part of you and then eventually spewing from your mouth in either intelligible or unintelligible sentences meant to convey meaning to people around you. At least this is how I explained it to my classmate today as we commiserated together about the words running through our brains.