Who needs sleep?
...'cause you're never gonna get it. Seriously, I don't think I slept more than two or three hours last night. I went to bed at eleven -- which is late for me, although less so on Thursdays, as that's my 'sleep over at Kate and GP's after watching Supernatural' night -- and was still awake when Amy came to bed, god-knows-how-many hours later. (Actually, Kate and Amy know how many hours later, but I've asked them not to tell me, as this way, I can pretend that my infinity of lying there awake was really about fifteen minutes long, distorted by drowsiness. This illusion is all that is allowing me to function today.) I was perfectly comfortable. I had a warm bed, I had what is currently my favorite comforter, I had a soft night shirt, I had a belly full of tasty, non-challenging food...and I couldn't sleep. I had the usual assortment of comfortable thoughts -- I like to think myself to sleep -- and I couldn't sleep.
It hit the point where I had sunk deeply enough into the pre-sleep dreamies that I couldn't really move anymore, just sprawl there with my eyes closed listening to my heartbeat, but still, I didn't sleep. When Amy came to bed, I thought she was an earthquake, and roused myself enough to swear at her. She was not an earthquake. She slept. I didn't.
I did eventually manage to doze off, only to have my alarm inform me in fairly short order that it was time to spring into action and go gleefully out into the world. I am somewhat lacking in glee, despite the fact that I'm expected to be full of it right now. Mostly, what I'm full of is drowsiness and Diet Dr Pepper. The Diet Dr Pepper is my best friend in the universe right now.
Please do not ruffle the blonde. Too tired. Death might occur.
It hit the point where I had sunk deeply enough into the pre-sleep dreamies that I couldn't really move anymore, just sprawl there with my eyes closed listening to my heartbeat, but still, I didn't sleep. When Amy came to bed, I thought she was an earthquake, and roused myself enough to swear at her. She was not an earthquake. She slept. I didn't.
I did eventually manage to doze off, only to have my alarm inform me in fairly short order that it was time to spring into action and go gleefully out into the world. I am somewhat lacking in glee, despite the fact that I'm expected to be full of it right now. Mostly, what I'm full of is drowsiness and Diet Dr Pepper. The Diet Dr Pepper is my best friend in the universe right now.
Please do not ruffle the blonde. Too tired. Death might occur.