I travel tomorrow, but that means I leave home at about 4am, which is in four and a half hours…, which makes me wish I were already asleep.
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I travel tomorrow, but that means I leave home at about 4am, which is in four and a half hours…, which makes me wish I were already asleep.
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You know those days when you climb into bed at night, and you’re somehow filed with a real sense of accomplishment for the day… and it even makes you excited about what you can accomplish tomorrow?
Yeah, they haven’t been too common for me lately, but today is one of them, and it feels amazing. 🙂
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I feel like some people are just destined to sleep early at night, and some to sleep late at night.
I am one of the latter.
Tonight, as a fifth-day support – for I have had now five days in a row that have ended similarly late, though without previous expectation, and each with a different, outside-of-myself reason for it – for this belief, I spent three-ish hours (more than that, actually) on the phone with an old friend, who had reached out, somewhat out of the blue, in desire to talk for a while, despite the late hour.
Now, here I am, even later than the other nights, finally going to sleep just before three in the morning, even though I was prepping for bed at nine something this evening. 😛
I’m just destined to get to sleep late at night, it seems.
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My head, my head, my head, my head,
Why must you clench so,
And twist your muscles until they ache
And roll that hint of pain and strain
Down my spine and to my toes?
Ouch.
Let’s just have a rest, now, shall we?
Okay.
Zzzzz
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I always end up being awake really late at night, and can never seem to maintain waking early in the mornings. At least, not waking up early regularly and being happy about it. That categorizes me as a night owl (as opposed to all of the daytime owls I see all the time?). People talk about how productive we are in the early mornings, and I know that I can be really productive with an early start. I just can’t maintain it. I can never get myself to go to bed early enough not to be totally exhausted after three days of it. Listen: I know the early bird gets the worm…, but I don’t even eat worms.
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I’m spending tonight on a little pallet of pillows on the floor, and it is reminding me of that night I had in Japan, where we had all only just moved to Japan, and so, when I spent the night at a friend’s apartment, she had to make me a pallet out of her clothes, since there was nothing else to use for sleeping on the hard, wood-like floor.
We got creative and resourceful, and it was great.
😛
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I was all set to go to bed in the next ten or fifteen minutes, and excited that I was going to bed at the perfect time. Â But then I had a missed call from my cousin (via my uncle’s phone, since my cousin doesn’t have a regular phone with signal and all), and it was time semi-sensitive, so I called him back. Â 45 minutes later, I’m right back where I started, minus the excitement. Â Gotta love family. Â ;P
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I am exhausted, but it is okay, because it is from a blissful high that I am floating forward into tomorrow.
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I wanted to snuggle with the cat tonight. Instead, he is running back and forth through the rooms, playing with the curtains, and I might have to put him in the other room, so he doesn’t destroy the curtains once I fall asleep… oh, well… I guess it’s meant to be.
Or something like that, anyway…
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Some nights, you just have an amazing time, in an unexpected way, and find yourself getting to bed after 6 a.m., with a human knot and long conversation having been the perfect end to the dance event.
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