Maxigumee

My body totally doesn’t want me to sleep. Lately I’ve it’s been being really mean and waking me up at like 7 and 8 in the morning. And what else is also REALLY weird, when I wake up I’m actually in a good mood. Have I actually become a morning person? It seems that way. For the past few days or so, when I wake up I act like a person who’s just swallowed a whole bottle of prozac and a whole bunch of coffee. It’s a little scary. After my little morning high, though, my mood pretty much declines the rest of the day.

Last night, Adam came over because he wanted to visit before he went back to the college place. He came over at about 11pm and then we walked up to rent DVDs. We rented Hellboy and the first few discs of the first season of Alias. We decided to watch Alias. Those stupid cliffhangers at the end of each show forced me to watch about four or five episodes. That’s about five hours. So, that plus the half an hour or so that I spend preparing late night Not Dogs, that’s a lot of no sleep.

Adam finally left at around 4:30 in the morning. That’s when I finally got to sleep. Now, after staying up that late, I think I’d probably be waking up at around 11. NO. My body won’t let me sleep in. It wants me to get four hours of sleep. My body must hate me.

The problem with getting only four hours of sleep is that besides the brief feeling of extreme excitement and happiness, the rest of the day I feel pretty nervous. Getting no sleep basically doubles my Obsessive Compulsive….ness. So if I don’t get much sleep, I have constant repetitive thoughts playing over and over again in my head. Blah. No fun.

In other news, on the last day of my vacation in the Thousand Islands (maybe more about that later if I feel like it), my father bet me $50 that I couldn’t get out before 9 in the morning. I did, so I get $50. I think I’ll buy the first season of Alias. Dern cliffhangers.