I woke up in front of the fire last night about 2am. AGAIN! This is becoming a pattern that I’m doing. I just get so comfortable on the soft rug and then drift away and end up zonking out at 11ish. It’s like a seduction – you just get swept into it. That’s the nice part. The waking up at 2 or 3 with half your body all hot from the fire then half-asleep, having to drag your ass up to brush the dents and get to bed? Not so nice. Bumping into every single wall of piece of furniture along the way. You know what else is not so nice? Having to then subsequently get up 4 hours later to go to work. I had a general discomfort headache for half the day. Couldn’t kick it.

So, new rule: get the hell to bed when you’re supposed to. Seinfeld:

I never get enough sleep. I stay up late at night, because I’m Night Guy. Night Guy wants to stay up late. ‘What about getting up after five hours sleep?’ Oh that’s Morning Guy’s problem. That’s not my problem, I’m Night Guy! I stay up as late as I want. So you get up in the morning, the alarm, you’re exhausted, groggy. Oh I hate that Night Guy! See, Night Guy always screws Morning Guy.

Fricken Night Guy.

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