Unwelcome

My eye has been twitching for about a week now. I'm contemplating going to the doctor soon. I'm powering myself on a little more than four hours of sleep right now. I keep reminding myself that in three hours it will all be over with and I can retreat to my bed and worry about tomorrow's issues. After two to three cups of coffee last night, when I finally allowed myself the sweetness of sleep, the fading of my life goals began to flash and quietly fall down the narrowing road that symbolized the end of my dreams. What a perfect time to be hating myself? The day before two tests and a final paper are due, my brain decides to kick itself. My body and I are not one.