Last night, for the first Friday night since being abroad, I attempted to sleep early (ed: not true, I tried to sleep early when I had to go to London at 7am a few weeks back. Not important).
Anyways, the following simile went through my head, as I lay in bed trying to drown out the noise of Uni students who were having the fun I was supposed to be having (but decided against, because I was tired and needed to wake up early and work on my million word essays. Again, not important):
Attempting to sleep early on a Friday night is like trying to get a porcupine to wear a tuxedo.
Whaaeett?
And that, my friends, is probably why I chuckle in my sleep (which, according to the 4 roommates I've had in college, happens).
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