Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Nighty Not

It takes me a while to get to sleep sometimes. A long while. Sometimes no matter what I do, I fall asleep at 1:55 thinking "Why can't I sleep?!". And then I wake up tired, and groggy, and sorely wishing it were bedtime. So needless to say, when I take until 2 in the morning to get to sleep, and then wake up at 6 for no reason at all, I am a tad bit PO'd.

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.