It's been Awhile, and no I'm not talking in Aaron Lewis terms!
Apparently the Mega-Jolt cola fairy bit me on the ass when I woke up this morning. Yeow-zah! I am so full of energy that I (in my head) am acting like a killbilly kid who just stumbled into Daddy's meth lab.
Jacked up on life! It's all natural, I swear!
I have this problem a lot, actually. Especially considering the fact that sleep and I circle each other warily, joining together for brief intervals only to come apart at the most unexpected times and in the oddest manners possible. (There was about a month straight where I would constantly end up falling off some high-up thing, and my wake-up would coincide with me landing on the floor of my room, about a foot-and-a-half from my mattress. So bizzarre.)
But even though I don't sleep all that much. And not very well, for the most part, I constantly seem to be brimming over with this nervous energy that reveals itself in finger-tapping, leg jiggling, jump-up-and-down behavior. I do apologize if this is annoying.
It probably doesn't help that I went to bed at 11 last night. For the love of all that's unholy, I'm NEVER in bed by 11! Not to mention asleep within about 10 minutes of myu head hitting the pillow. My only excuse is that we don't have cable, and there was nothing on tv. Jay Leno is annoying and unfunny. I love Conan, but suffering through Jay in order to get to Conan is just a bit more than I can take at times.
In other news, my Mother and I watched that Treasure Hunters show Sunday night, which served to convince me of two things:
A) I belong on game-shows like this. Half of the people that get on these shows are such complete and utter morons that it's entirely unbearable.
B) Statistically, if I play along at home every episode, and keep doing as well as I did on Sunday, I have to win at some point. I hope.
Well, I think I've done pretty well for now, considering the fact that my concentration ability is about zip today. Laters!
Jacked up on life! It's all natural, I swear!
I have this problem a lot, actually. Especially considering the fact that sleep and I circle each other warily, joining together for brief intervals only to come apart at the most unexpected times and in the oddest manners possible. (There was about a month straight where I would constantly end up falling off some high-up thing, and my wake-up would coincide with me landing on the floor of my room, about a foot-and-a-half from my mattress. So bizzarre.)
But even though I don't sleep all that much. And not very well, for the most part, I constantly seem to be brimming over with this nervous energy that reveals itself in finger-tapping, leg jiggling, jump-up-and-down behavior. I do apologize if this is annoying.
It probably doesn't help that I went to bed at 11 last night. For the love of all that's unholy, I'm NEVER in bed by 11! Not to mention asleep within about 10 minutes of myu head hitting the pillow. My only excuse is that we don't have cable, and there was nothing on tv. Jay Leno is annoying and unfunny. I love Conan, but suffering through Jay in order to get to Conan is just a bit more than I can take at times.
In other news, my Mother and I watched that Treasure Hunters show Sunday night, which served to convince me of two things:
A) I belong on game-shows like this. Half of the people that get on these shows are such complete and utter morons that it's entirely unbearable.
B) Statistically, if I play along at home every episode, and keep doing as well as I did on Sunday, I have to win at some point. I hope.
Well, I think I've done pretty well for now, considering the fact that my concentration ability is about zip today. Laters!