My diagnosis, which could change after my sleep study on Aug 22, is that I have primary chronic insomnia (insomnia that isn't a symptom of a larger problem) and narcolepsy (one of Rob Shneider's dates in Deuce Bigalow had this... exaggerated of course). Although I have tried Ambien and Benadryl as well as behavioral therapy to treat the insomnia, and with some success, I have built up such a huge sleep debt that it will take me at least a month or two to recover and actually feel some benefit. Also the doctor won't give me meds for the narcolepsy until after the study. Prognosis with effective treatment is good and I can lead a near-normal life, without... potentially devastating. Fortunately I was diagnosed earlier than most (maybe 10 years after symptoms set in)... apparently most people with this condition aren't diagnosed or diagnosed correctly for 15-never years by which time they've lost their youth to sleep deprivation and all its nasty symptoms and subconditions.
In the meantime I have to do without drugs. This means following a strict daily schedule, eating right, and working out. I gained 10 lbs of muscle over Spring term and it really is ****ing amazing what that can do for you. Even to my foggy head it was obvious that I was getting more attn from chics on campus, esp a few HB6-HB8's in my Engr classes that I already knew. My confidence was sky high and emotionally I felt wonderful. The ****ty thing is tho... no matter how much time I spent in that weight room or out running my ass off, my physical and mental energy never saw any benefit. As a matter of fact I'd argue I was fatiguing myself to death and it got to the point (near finals week) where I couldn't do half my normal workout cuz I was too damn tired. And I really didn't spend THAT much time... just every other day for an hour!
Anyways, I have to pick and chose my moments VERY carefully. If I'm level headed enough I can be absolutely brilliant and I hardly have to do anything to get chics to notice me and they even make it easy on me by taking their own initiative. I've had one HB8 who everyone sees as untouchable (but keep in mind we're talking mostly AFC Engineers here) approach me (but wanting me to make the first move) at least 4-5 times sticking that lovely chest out and her eyes firmly settled into mine. Too bad I wasn't in the mood at any of those moments cept for one where I had her laughing for the 5 min before lab started and her AFC male friend walked in (who claims he doesn't want to make a move on her, even tho he's infatuated, cuz he wants to stay friends). Any other time I just smiled and acted uninterested. But then there are the times where even tho I know I'm inebriated as ****, I'll still try and make a move. When I'm at my worst, I slur my words, I can't think fast enough to keep up with the conversation, my muscles tire and I assume bad posture, and well its a disaster.
So yea... my friend says I'm a Ferrari stuck at the starting line because of a defective engine... but now I got a mechanic who knows what he's doing and hopefully I can catch up to those Geo Metros 20 feet in front (after a 2 year headstart).