Sleep Deprivation and Surly Waiters

God I'm tired. I am ALWAYS tired. And no it's got nothing to do with a poor diet - I am very healthy here, it's just that my body clock has become Spanish. I cannot go to bed before 1.00 am! But I still have to get up in the mornings for university - how the spanish cope with this severe lack of sleep I don't know. Or is it a myth that they stay up all night? Instead of being eyebag ravished zombied commuters, people look quite awake and healthy on the metro in the mornings. Either they have an incredible eye cream or they do actually go to bed at a civilised hour. No, staying up all night must be just a young/erasmus thing. I'll be 22 in 3 weeks, think it might be the age to start maturing and slowing down? hmm...nah, not yet.
I have 6 weeks left in Spain. I am still in utter disbelief. Where have these last 9 months gone? I think time does seem to pass more rapidly when you have settled into a life here and have a routine. January was just 2 weeks ago in my book. But as my birthday nears some people (mainly my mother) tell me that it is a symptom of getting older - time passing more quickly and before you know it your sitting knock-kneed, all gummy smiles and making senile remarks; forgetting which grandchild is which. bliss.
I am torn in my opinions of going home. I can't wait really - I miss the vibrancy of London and the uniqueness of Brighton but at the same time I will desperately miss my friends and life here. Or will I? one wonders if it won't be an 'out of sight, out of mind' situation. I will probably miss the ease of life here -there's no stress really. Next year will be one big Year Abroad hangover. I don't mind - I like libraries and that is probably where I will spend 78 percent of my time from October onwards (the rest will be spent in bed or, having lost the plot, rocking back and forth reminiscing about Spain and tapas to seagulls)
As for the here and now, this week has been a bit stressful and frustrating as exams loom and work has to be handed in. Naturally the best vent for this stress is to blame everything on Spain. I have openly proclaimed how much I dislike Spain on facebook this week (only to take it back) -much like a tiff with one's wife, we kiss and make up eventually. Still, the waitress who gave me an utterly (and unprovoked) filthy look whilst handing me my disgusting greasy food this week tested my patience in a country where 'haute cuisine' rarely figures. My god, I must sound like a self-righteous tosser! I'm just tired and weary. It's been a long and eventful year and I'm telling you living abroad is not always easy-going. As my father says "just stay at home" but thankfully he ignores his own advice and so do I - one must always explore and expand! (both literally and figuratively)
Now, I am off to a Tapas Festival - no doubt there'll be hundreds of people pushing each other for free rioja and nosh. I'll be one of them. Ciao