I don’t know what’s up with me, but lately I can’t seem to get myself on a regular human sleep schedule. As much as I love to sleep I just haven’t wanted to go bed (or been tired).
Saturday night I actually got to bed around 2:00am (early for me). Last night I managed to nod off about 1:30 or so. I woke up and felt well-rested and glad for having gone to bed so early. I looked at the clock and couldn’t believe I had slept for thirteen hours. And then I realized I hadn’t slept for thirteen hours. I slept for about 45 minutes. That’s right. I woke up at 2:15am and felt completely rested. Completely. To quote Justin McRoberts, not even tired.
So I got up and re-watched the first 7 episodes of this season’s Arrested Development and around 6am I was tried again and went to sleep.
Maybe I need drugs. I guess it’s a good thing I live in NYC. Be right back. I gotta run to visit the shady man in Times Square.
Oh yea, I just finished reading a book called Unexpected Development. I think this is the first time I’d read something I would qualify as “chick-lit” and it was horrible. Absolutely horrible. I only finished reading it because it was just 160 pages and I knew I could finish it in one sitting. I’m not sure who this book was intended for. Teenage girls? Any age girls? It’s the story of a high school senior girl who hates her life because she has developed early and oh sweet Heaven she whines about it for the next 159 pages.
I hated, hated, hated this book. So much that it made me angry. I can’t even go into any more detail about the plot because I get mad just thinking about it.
The good news? Will Smith’s “Switch” just came on the MP3 player and all is well again on Waltons Mountain.