I went to bed at a whoppingly early 12:30, and here it is, nearly three hours later, and I’m up and about, pretty much wide awake. Not sure what woke me. I think it may have been a train. The windows are open, so it’s a little louder than usual out there.
Blaaaaaah. Too late for Nyquil or Benadryl, warm milk sounds disgusting (and I’m out of milk anyway), reading does the opposite of put me to sleep, and ditto for infomercials. I don’t want to be up all night just to sleep ’til noon tomorrow and piss my day away in pajamas.
So, brain, take a hint. Shut off and quit thinking ’bout stuff. Thinking is for chumps. And Tuesday thru Saturday.