Seriously, he doesn’t get it when I say I can’t sleep.
12:30AM
Papa: Go to sleep.
Me: I just woke up.
Papa: What time?
Me: 11PM.
Papa: (goes up)
3:30AM
Papa: You’re still awake? Go to sleep!
Me: *sigh* (goes up)
3:30AM - 4:30AM
Me: (trying DESPERATELY to sleep)
4:45AM - 6:15AM
Me: (walked around the condominium grounds)
6:20AM - 6:59AM
Me: (surfing the net, still wide awake)
7:00AM
Papa: (comes down and sees me surfing the net) Did you sleep?
Me: (kept mouth shut, continued surfing the net)
Papa: You’ll have a hard time waking up when school starts again! You’re time table’s messed up! You’re beginning to sleep in the morning and wake up every night! That’s unhealthy!
Me: (still not talking, surfing the net)
Papa: Do not sleep this morning. (goes up)
—- School doesn’t start until next Monday and yet he’s nagging me already. Besides, I know how to handle myself in this situation. My classes on MWF start at 11AM and my T-Th classes start at 1PM. I’m sure that I can wake up on time even though I spend the rest of the night awake. I’ve tried (behind my father’s back, of course) doing it for a week and I could still manage.
Now, I’m pissed off at him. This is the only thing we fight about, really. We’re okay with other things, just not this.
WHEN I SAY I CAN’T SLEEP, IT MEANS I REALLY CAN’T. Now I’m just waiting for him to realize that.
