Can't Sleep, Clowns Will Eat Me...

...8:29 a.m., 8:30...I never used to wake up this early. Not unless I had too. I'm frikkin' nocturnal. I go to bed at like 4, and I wake up at like noon. Not anymore.

Part of me blames Kate. Damn schedule changer. She of the early nights and crack 'o' dawn mornings. Except she's in bed right now, sleeping.

Is it stress? Maybe. I mean, I do have to move in like two weeks, and I'm still not working steadily, but when I'm awake I'm not too stressed (maybe a little, but not "sleepless nights" level). And I am sleeping, just in spurts, and not for amazing amounts of time.

Maybe it's the sugar. I've been eating more. Or the coffee. I've been drinking more. Or any number of the self indulgent things I do now that I'm in happy land.

Or maybe my body just doesn't know what to do with it self anymore. It's not eating at the same times anymore, it's sleeping at odd hours (according to it) and it's having sex. Maybe it's looking in the mirror and feeling a little like Sybil.

In the meantime, I'm online, humping the pooch, waiting for the girl to wake from her slumber. Maybe I'll try to nap on the couch. Or maybe I'll take this time to finally learn to knit. How terribly productive of me (and so not even a possibility...if only I had some language tapes here...)