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Graduate Life: A Story of Sleep

Since completing my undergraduate degree, my brain has suffered what I can only describe as a creative slump. I haven't really been able to focus on reading, or writing, or anything other than sleeping. (Honestly, I have slept so much, and still feel like I need to sleep for another year.)

To do lists have been made, jobs have been applied for, forms have been filled out (I'm officially going to be a student at the University of Kent in September, studying The Contemporary!) (yay!), and partying has happened.

I'm now 21 years old, I work at Betty's, and I cannot seem to get through a book anywhere near as fast as I used to. I don't often suffer reading slumps, but when I do, they are The Worst. Don't get me wrong, I've bought plenty of books, but I haven't felt any spark of desire to read them. Which is so unlike me. It could really be to do with the fact that I am currently working 27 hours a week, and proofreading 200-300 page novels every week. Maybe... just maybe.

Regardless, I'm feeling pretty good about life. I'm swimming regularly, which is something I couldn't do at all prior to my surgery. I am saving my money like a maniac to be able to afford things in Kent. I'm seeing friends and watching endless episodes of The Good Wife (which I recommend 1,000,000%).

I remember seeing my friends graduate over the past couple of years all feel the same. You spend the majority of your life in education, you work your bum off particularly in the last couple of years. And then you stop, and then you feel like you need to sleep forever. I'm in the mode of eat-sleep-work-repeat at the moment. And I know this is going to be how it is for the next year of my life as I go through my Masters and work, in a completely new place.

And maybe, maybe this is what adult life is like? Perpetual tiredness. It would explain why we sell so much coffee at Betty's...

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