Alright, friends and readers, this is getting just a little bit out of hand.
I'm not sure if it's because I'm drinking coffee at work around 4:30 to snap out of the fog I'm in that, as a vicious circle, is keeping me awake longer when I get home, or what. But it's definitely weaseled its way into annoying territory.
I got into work, a little cob-webby, but nothing too serious, and poured myself some coffee. I have to say, for a well-known restaurant, their coffee is garbage. Anyway, I finished the cup around 5:30 and felt pretty energized for the evening. Work was meh (Monday and a Holiday, after all), and I was done by quarter-after 10. So I left, came home, and went to bed. No dice.
I knew right way I wasn't especially tired just for the simple fact that I wasn't tired. It's not that hard of a feeling to decipher, kids. I figured I was likely still wired from work, and yes, that the coffee was still in my system. So I settled in to one of Nicolas Cage's finest cinematic schtick called Drive Angry. Turned out to be not entirely ridiculous; I like my super natural action with as much bizarre nonsense as anyone. It was done at 12:15. Guess what? Not even tired.
So, after rummaging through our plethora of channels, I landed on a Behind The Music Remastery of Genesis. There when another hour. Now at this point, I knew I'd be getting up with my wife at 5, so I was down to less than 4 hours of sleep. Well, I decided to force myself to nod off, even though I know this is even worse than slowly working into it naturally. It eventually worked probably 40 minutes later. And then 5 arrived. Blah...
I got up, separated the new school detritus into the kids' bags, wrote their names on various locations, and wasted a few minutes on the soul-sucking FaceBook. And then 7 rolled around and I had to rouse the sleeping beasts. Breakfast was had, clothes were changed into, and the trio was herded out the door. By this time -because I decided to eschew coffee this morning since I knew a nap was definitely needed- I was absolutely exhausted. Time for re-sleep mark 2.0.
I laid down from 8:30 till 11:30. And, despite a few lurid and arbitrary dreams, I feel okay. But I just know I'll need coffee tonight. Sigh...
I'm not sure if it's because I'm drinking coffee at work around 4:30 to snap out of the fog I'm in that, as a vicious circle, is keeping me awake longer when I get home, or what. But it's definitely weaseled its way into annoying territory.
I got into work, a little cob-webby, but nothing too serious, and poured myself some coffee. I have to say, for a well-known restaurant, their coffee is garbage. Anyway, I finished the cup around 5:30 and felt pretty energized for the evening. Work was meh (Monday and a Holiday, after all), and I was done by quarter-after 10. So I left, came home, and went to bed. No dice.
I knew right way I wasn't especially tired just for the simple fact that I wasn't tired. It's not that hard of a feeling to decipher, kids. I figured I was likely still wired from work, and yes, that the coffee was still in my system. So I settled in to one of Nicolas Cage's finest cinematic schtick called Drive Angry. Turned out to be not entirely ridiculous; I like my super natural action with as much bizarre nonsense as anyone. It was done at 12:15. Guess what? Not even tired.
So, after rummaging through our plethora of channels, I landed on a Behind The Music Remastery of Genesis. There when another hour. Now at this point, I knew I'd be getting up with my wife at 5, so I was down to less than 4 hours of sleep. Well, I decided to force myself to nod off, even though I know this is even worse than slowly working into it naturally. It eventually worked probably 40 minutes later. And then 5 arrived. Blah...
I got up, separated the new school detritus into the kids' bags, wrote their names on various locations, and wasted a few minutes on the soul-sucking FaceBook. And then 7 rolled around and I had to rouse the sleeping beasts. Breakfast was had, clothes were changed into, and the trio was herded out the door. By this time -because I decided to eschew coffee this morning since I knew a nap was definitely needed- I was absolutely exhausted. Time for re-sleep mark 2.0.
I laid down from 8:30 till 11:30. And, despite a few lurid and arbitrary dreams, I feel okay. But I just know I'll need coffee tonight. Sigh...
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