Giddy

I've been anticipating Skyrim since it was announced last year on December 11th. And the past few weeks have rendered me to the state of what I imagine a curly-haired boy of about 5 in a woolen sweater would be feeling, waiting for Christmas to happen, waiting for Santa to come through that familiar black leather-face door with an indeterminately-sized sack of goodies. What would be in it? Oranges, chocolate, a book about insects with Latin names that the boy would be fascinated about for a few weeks, but would never properly read or recall much from, just several pictures. The past week has headed down through this anticipatory-emotional field, where I feel what I'd call "giddy" and would physically describe as feeling my heart in the middle of my chest, beating - and each time it beats, it pushes up slightly towards my throat, then comes back down.

One effect of this has been the disruption to my sleeping pattern that I have observed several days ago. Normally I would sleep 6 or 7 hours per night, but with the onset of exams and playing League of Legends with friends online has kept me past midnight more than I would've liked - but I tolerated it, it's been fun. Still, with the lessened sleep from those treks into Summoner's Rift, and with the onset of this anticipatory "euphoria", I've begun to sleep less and less. The night before last, I slept from about 12 until 4.30am. Last night, I slept from about 10.30 until 1.30am, and tried to sleep more afterwards but it did not manifest, I don't think. I did instead have an interesting mini-dream in which I was with some childhood classmates from Romania as well as some friends from New Zealand, and we were on top of a hill in Romania, and to one side there was a river, or a large body of water. On top of the hill lay two taps, both of which were white and off. Either me or some teacher was explaining something, then we left that area. I found myself coming back to realise one of the taps had been somehow turned on and in the space of I don't know how long, water had been pouring out of this tap and flooding the body of water so that more land was now covered in water. I remember a sense of surprise. Then I awoke (?) and saw it was around 4am, back in the bed I'd never left except in my mind. And then the excitement crept up in me again, knocking at the door in my chest.

I have an exam today, in which I am to write two essays in French in two hours. I'm not worried about it, but I wonder if having less sleep will affect my cognitive functioning. I feel no headache and am alert, though perhaps as the day goes on I will feel more tired.

Thankfully, Skyrim comes out on Friday, the 11th, which is effectively that boy's Christmas. Hopefully post-Christmas, he'll calm down and go read/look at the pictures in his book and eat his oranges. Until then, I don't think there's much to do but just let him jump up and down inside me.