Insomniac

I can tell as soon as I lay my head down on my pillow whether or not I will be falling asleep quickly or not. And it has nothing to do with how tired I feel, nor how late it is.
Take tonight for instance.
It's a quarter after one (I'm all alone and I need you now - Need You Now, Lady Antebellum), both my mind and my body are tired, but I can't sleep. I think it's a combination of preparing for exams next week, worrying my brains out about the OPI next week, and being completely impatient to get back home.
It gets easier and I can forget my impatience from time to time, now that the end is in sight and I can count the days left on my fingers (and a few toes). Tomorrow we forget the toes. They keep telling us to soak up every minute here, every sight, every feeling. But I just can't get my mind off of leaving and getting back to the Grounds. I miss camp a lot and I can't wait to get back.

So here's what I'm going to do: I'm not going to worry about it. I am going to enjoy Spain as much as I can while I wade through exams and that dreaded OPI. I am going to try to be patient. And I am going to cherish every minute that I have left with my classmates. They've meant the world to me this semester.

Okay little girl, time for you to go to bed. Sleep well. Keep calm and carry on.