Rip Van Winkle, Watch Your Back!

Did I say in the last post that I was becoming unhappy with the idea of sleeping my life away? Gaaaah!

I got off work this morning at 8 AM, utterly exhausted, went to bed a little after 8:00... and woke up at 3:00. About like I've done every day this week. Now, this is not enough sleep, and I was well aware that if I got up then, I'd be tired and blah and even more exhausted on the trip home the next morning (at which point, even on my ten-minute drive home, I start to become a road hazard). But that little voice in the back of my head kept saying, "Yes, but if you get up now, you can do stuff!" Well, I fought a mighty battle with that voice, eventually won, and went on back to sleep. And woke up at 9:30.

Nine frickin' thrity! I've lost my entire day, and now I feel... strange. Damn. Next time I'm listening to that voice.