Sunday night, I ended up staying up until past 1am… for no good reason (although I like to blame FaceBook)… which is not a good idea considering that I have to be to work half an hour earlier than usual on the new summer schedule (Not a complaint! But I have always had difficulty getting up early and even more with earlier), which means getting up at least half an hour earlier. <-- There it is!

Staying up late + getting up earlier = yawning all day.

Which I did.

So it seemed to make sense to go to bed earlier on Monday night, and I did try! I got in bed at 10pm. I read a book for a little while and got sleepy, so I put the book down and turned off the light and next thing I know… I’m thinking about stuff and not sleeping. What stuff? Oh, I don’t know… the usual stuff, I guess. No new stuff, that’s for sure. So why be bothered with old stuff right when it’s time to sleep? Hey… if we knew that there’d be no market for sleep aids, right? I guess I did finally get to sleep… but I know for sure it was after 11:30pm. *yawn* Which made it quite difficult to get out of bed this morning. Or I should say even more difficult than usual. I wish I could trade how sleepy I am right NOW for how wide awake I felt last night!

Tonight I was waylaid by The Mission. Which did not end happily. And now it is nearly 11:30pm and, clearly, I am not already asleep. So, apparently I'm doomed to be sleepy this entire week.

Oh well.