Day 3: Coffee vs Sleep — The Never-ending Med School Debate

Well, I’ve somehow managed four posts... miraculous, I know. Even I didn’t expect this kind of consistency.

So welcome back to the circus. Today’s main act: choosing between basic human needs.

Morning Mood: Powered by Regret & Caffeine

Every night, I fall asleep with the noblest of intentions — to wake up early, eat a proper breakfast, and leave for college calmly, without running like I’m in an Olympic sprint)

Every morning, without fail, I wake up at 7:30 (on good days), scramble to get ready, and run like my attendance depends on it. At this point, I’m convinced I could outrun athletes who’ve trained for years if my attendance was on the line. And on days when I gain consciousness a little earlier? I scroll through my phone like the hopeless creature I am... and still end up late. It's a talent.

Despite this chaos, I never skip the sacred ritual of lying in bed for five full minutes, staring at the ceiling, calculating if my attendance is high enough to justify bunking a class.

In my morning haze, I usually add enough coffee powder to wake the dead — and honestly, without that dose of caffeine, I don’t think I’d survive until noon.

The 3 PM Slump

Post-lunch is when every single cell — scratch that, every cell organelle — starts begging for a nap. It doesn’t matter if the world is ending or if I’ll get into trouble for dozing off... NAP.

So what do I do?

Like any sane person, I stop pretending to listen and scroll mindlessly.

End result? No knowledge, no nap, and a mild existential crisis.

Also, I really need to do something about my FYP.

Sleep: The Ultimate Betrayal

If there’s anything more frustrating than attending classes just for attendance, it’s the fact that when I do want to sleep — at night, like a normal person — I absolutely cannot.

How is it that at 3 PM I feel like I haven’t slept in days, but by 3 AM I’m as fresh as a child on a sugar high?

Naps: The False Promise

Is it just me, or do naps somehow make you feel worse than before?

Every time I try to nap, I either wake up feeling like I’ve just been reincarnated, or like I’m in a different timeline altogether.

And let’s not talk about the “just ten minutes” naps... because they always end with me waking up the next morning — confused, disoriented, and late.

> Takeaway message: Naps are not to be trusted.

Sleep Routine? What's That?

Even my phone is begging me to have a proper sleep routine at this point.

But like all important things in life, I’ve decided to start... tomorrow.

Conclusion: Coffee is a Coping Mechanism (So is Crying)

So here I am, writing this post on my fifth coffee of the day (and then I wonder why I can’t fall asleep at 9 PM), trying to figure out the physics of how to bend time and squeeze in a full 7 hours of sleep.