Insomnia

Ironic. It's currently 2:42am.
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Every once in a while, it happens. Like now. All I want is to fall asleep. PLEASE LORD I HAVE CLASS AT 10am TOMORROW. Classes have only been in session for one day and I will just not deal with turning into an insomniac this early in the year. I've been awake since 10am with no naps and I am simply not tired. Actually, my head feels kind of fuzzy and I feel kind of sick, but that's typical fare for when I can't sleep. I get really angsty and irritated and mehmehmeh when it takes me over an hour to drift off. I wouldn't really be concerned if I thought this was an isolated incident, but I know what it means.

Anxiety is (more than likely) coming. Back spasms, perpetually sore shoulders, increased heart rate, and a mind that's on a billion and three things at once (not yet, but give it a week or so). What this all means is that I am illogical. I know that there is no reason whatsoever for me to turn into a flaming stressnugget in the first week of class, but there's not a whole lot that I can do about it. I don't have a list of things to do that's a mile long. I don't have to worry about not getting lotteried into my classes. There's not even any work to do yet. So why am I seemingly preparing for an onslaught of impossible situations? Good freaking question. Calm the hell down brain. If this is me in the first week of class, I'm going to be dead my the time midterms roll around.

Maybe I'm playing the world's smallest violin right now, but there's honestly nothing so frustrating as not being able to fall asleep when you know you've got to get up the next day. I've only had one full night of insomnia in my life (like, not falling asleep ever) and it was a terrible, horrible, awful experience. Then I got to attend 4 hours of class feeling like my head was going to explode and I was going to vom all over. Nice.

In order to combat my epic self pity, I'm going to watch the following music video over and over and over. I don't speak French, I don't listen to a whole lot of French music (although I love Yelle), and I don't really like any of his other music too much, but this might be one of my favorite songs. You're welcome.

Gmail Fail.

Gmail has failed me. In the last 24 hours, I have received over 3,000 old messages from my @college email account. I don't know if the issues lies with Google or with the @college (I'm going to say @college, because I refuse to believe that Google can fail), but I am beyond displeased with the state of my inbox.

Gmail rides the Fail-Whale?

When I log onto my email and see that I apparently have over 1,000 unread messages, my heart rate rises to an unhealthy level. I ALWAYS keep my inbox at zero; if I don't intend to read a message, I delete it immediately rather than let it fester and rot in my inbox. Consequently, every time Gmail imports 400 or so old messages, I have to seek them out and delete them. It's a search and destroy mission to preserve my sanity.

DIE, year old messages.

Call me OCD, I probably am. But I just can't take being told that literally hundreds of correspondences are waiting on my replies. I'm overcommitted enough, dammit. I can't take outdated responsibilities on top of everything else. I don't need to hear about my freshman year classes all over again, I don't want to read last year's electronic Yard Bulletins, and I don't want to be re-invited to Dean Dingman's freshman open house events.

I just need a completely clean inbox. All the time.

Gmail has decided to re-import LITERALLY EVERYTHING that has EVER been sent to my @college account. Ever. And it's not just me that's experiencing this royal pain-in-the-ass. Harvard students all over the place are complaining about their exploding inboxes and confusion as to why the intertoobes have decided to bombard us with all of our past Harvard messages. Email is stressful enough at Harvard, so multiplying my inbox by about a billion every thirty minutes does NOT help my internet-induced anxiety.

Harvard, Google, let's get it together, please.