I'm tired. So tired. Fade away into blissful sleep any minute tired, but I can't sleep. It's not that I have something to do this early, or some noise or other woke me up, I'm just up and I can't get back down.
There's really only one thing to do in a situation like this. Generally I like it, but here it is admitting defeat to whatever evil force wakes me up at unholy hours. I must grab some cocoa (or tea, but preferably cocoa), curl up in a blankie, and try to come to terms with my wakefulness. There really is nothing else. No sleep, nothing's on TV this time of day, nobody's on the internet to commiserate. It's just me, and my mug, and my little stuffed dog.
I MISS YOU SLEEP, COME BACK!!!!