The Curse of Bevan Jones Pt. 3 (There is No Cure)

This cure will be my demise, I am sure of it.

This morning the curse was at it's worst. It decided to strike right away. Therefore poor cursed Mia found her eyes closing whilst writing notes. How awful is that? Quite awful would be the answer. I am pretty positive that if you were to look at my notes you could spot the words I fell asleep during because they trail off and smoosh together (yes, at the same time).

I has one quick dream during the lecture where for about 2 seconds I saw only black snowflake TV fuzz. (I of course opened my eyes straight away after that). I also think there was a 5 second dream about woman in sweaters. There was one moment where my eyes closed for the longest, maybe 10/15 seconds, and I actually woke feeling quite refreshed and awake... for about a minute.

It was simply awful. I feel so terrible about it, because I am quite interested in the things Bevan has to say, but his Welsh (sheep) genes dust my eyes with sleepy sand (or whatever the hell the Sandman sprinkles over your eyes to make you sleep). Though maybe in Bevan's case he sprinkles wool...

Here's the real kicker though. I thought I found a cure! (note the word thought) You see, there was a coffee talk this afternoon during the break in the middle of class (wherein I discovered that others in the class seem to feel the same curse I do, they just must be too scared to talk about it as much, clearly). At the coffee talk I had a nice cup of coffee and a couple lovely chocolate biscuits. When I returned to class I felt quite peppy and awake, ready to take on Bevan, his curse, and the documentary of the day.

And it worked! Boy did it work well, I was alert, awake, and not feeling sleepy at all... for 75% of the documentary. But, as always, eventually the curse slowly but surely hit and I felt those sheep in my mind, heard that Welsh music, and felt my poor poor eye-lids getting heavier and heavier. Try as I could, I could not break that Jones-y spell.

It's sad too, cause I was sitting there thinking about how exciting it was that I found a cure. But alas, there is no breaking the curse, I am sure of it now.

Lastly I will leave you with a picture...

And a thought... Ever notice that there's only a one letter difference between Sheep and Sleep?? (think on that and get back to me.)