Jared Loughner and Why I Need More Sleep

Probably due to a combination of sleep deprivation, sleep schedule craziness, walking outside in the freezing cold, and some serious health problem I'm unaware of, I could not resist falling asleep while attempting to study my OD textbook tonight. Mind you, this was a conscious effort; it was as if I'd been drugged, or... drugged. Luckily I was awoken by a call from a guy from the ward reminding me to be sure I check the windows in the church building when I lock it up tonight--which I would have surely remembered if I'd remembered that I had agreed to lock up tonight.
The mind can play tricks on you, especially when it is at only half-consciousness. While at the church at 11 o'clock tonight, despite my best efforts and years of abstinence from scary movies, I couldn't resist the creeping thoughts--the inevitable ones you have when lateness, darkness, and the solitude of a large, empty building combine--thoughts of one's murderous demise. I could just see it: some weather-beaten guy (someone of a Jared Loughner type), perhaps foaming at the mouth, just hiding in the corner or around the door of one of the rooms I was checking, disturbed and out of touch with reality, ready to lunge at me with a butter knife from the church kitchen.
I gratefully report, though, that I managed to lock up without a deranged-killer-run-in.. It seems that my work on Earth is not yet finished.


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