Okay, so now I am convinced there's something seriously wrong with me. No, it's not insomnia--if I made the effort to go to bed, I'm sure I would fall asleep right away! I just get involved in what I'm doing at night, and sleep seems like such a boring alternative activity!
Am I just a big, irresponsible kid? Don't answer that--at least not in those terms! Let's go with euphemistic flattery such as, "young at heart and bursting with endless enthusiasm!"
If you aren't quite sure what I'm referring to, scroll down the page to my first entry, which I posted here just last night. It was 2:00 a.m., and I was airing confessions of a terrible vice which victimizes me (of course I'm a victim--it's not MY fault!) I stay up late at night, then feel less than chipper & chirpy in the morning.
Well, I guess I don't have to worry about that tonight, because it IS morning. No, not yet, but if I continue with this blog it will be. I have to get up at 6:00, and it's now 3:30. I may as well just rest my head on this desk. Hey, that would eliminate the need for changing my clothes, fixing the bed back up in the morning, etc... Who's the dummy now, huh?
Wherever I fall asleep, there's one thing that we can be sure of; when I am forced awake against my wishes at 6:00 a.m., I'll once again be saying, "I'm never going to do that again!" How do I know that? Experience, dear Friends. Experience.
And so, thus ends another blog p ZZZZzzzzzzz
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