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It's entirely too late for me to be awake. My sleep pattern is slowly shifting later and later. First it was 1, then 2, soon 3 wasn't so bad, and now we're up to around 5 in the morning. Needless to say, it worries me slightly. I tried fixing it. I tried to reshape my sleep habits, but to no avail. I went to sleep tonight around 10 because I was exhausted and thought to myself, "Hey, maybe if I go to sleep now, it will help with my sleep problems." Wow was I wrong. I woke up at around 11:30 and haven't been able to sleep since. Usually when this happens, my schoolwork takes a nose dive. Because this is usually associated with a return of depression like symptoms and, if too much is piled on, depression in full. I find it bittersweet almost. I enjoy the winter more than any other time of the year, but the winter is when my mood and personality is at its worst. So, a problem arises, in my mind at least. Do I enjoy being miserable and depressed? A very scary thought, I can assure you. I hope the answer is an emphatic no, but I'm not too sure anymore. And if so, even a little, that's more depressing thoughts to add on top of the pile. A vicious circle, I tell you. A damned, fucking, vicious circle. I think it's time for Joe B.'s breadsticks. Those things are delicious and they're calling my name. Another problem with winter. Damn hibernation...