Maybe a Rubber Mallet to the Head Would do the Trick…
What is it about me that causes me to compulsively stay up past midnight every single night? I annoy the crap out of myself while I’m doing it and yet? I can’t stop! It’s a sickness.
(At least I’m not eating.)
(Right now.)
And so, here I sit at two minutes to midnight, not-so-patiently waiting for a bunch of pictures I took over a month ago to upload to the Kodak website. I don’t even use the Kodak website. I’m more of a Snapfish girl. But I’m uploading them for a friend who does use Kodak, just to make it easier for her to order the ones she wants. I’m nice like that. At least, I think I’m nice like that. I’m too tired to tell. Maybe I’m just so sleep deprived that I can’t think straight enough to be not-so-nice and just send her a link to my Snapfish album. (Or too sleep deprived to make any sense whatsoever, apparently). I wonder what kind of a hateful bitch I’d be if I actually got the requisite 8 hours of sleep each night? Or, OR! Would I become so nice and wonderful with all of that extra sleep that I’d become a veritable saint? The Mother Teresa of my own little world, if you will. Hmmm. Maybe I’ll think about that one tomorrow night when I’m thinking up new stupid excuses not to go to bed…
It’s not as though I’m not tired, either. I am. I guess I’m just a night owl. My brain turns on at about 9:30pm and whirs around like that really awesome KitchenAid I’ve got my eye on:
Scratch that. I’ll just be honest here. With the scattered, fragmented sleep I’ve been getting for the past couple of years, my brain is really only whirring around like one of these:
And, with a mind like an egg beater, how do you really expect me to be with-it enough to get to bed earlier?
Maybe I’ll buy the mixer and set it up beside the bed as a reminder that sleep is important. It’s no good being a crappy old egg beater when you have the potential to be a shiny new stand mixer. I think I’ll get on that one right away.
Now, if only those pictures would hurry up and finish downloading. Hmm. Maybe while I’m waiting I’ll start that new book from the library…
* photos courtesy of Google images.
i love those kitchenaid mixers! i look at them and wonder how much i would use it. i use my mixer here all the time, but when i get back to the states will i use a mixer as much? i just can’t decide. and i don’t like that they take up so much space. our new house in the states doesn’t have a ton of counter tops so the mixer will have to be put in a cabinet which makes me wonder how often i will pull it out. my mom has a cool cabinet that has a shelf that pops out for her kitchen aid mixer. i think i need one of those!
and since we are comparing brains to mixers i would say mine is more of a hand mixer as well. or maybe a noisy food processor.
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I’m finding the insomnia is getting worse with age. We’ll be up all night pretty soon.
I do the same thing! It’s because we have peace and quiet and can get things done!
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I agree with Momo Fali–the time that we have to ourselves just flies and before we know it, it’s past midnight. Just like Cinderella!
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its 11:57 pm and I just found your blog. Apparently I’ll be up all night tonight too
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I do the same thing. but you need to give yourself a break. Stick with Snapfish, email the link and tell your friend she can download the stinkin’ hi-res images herself.
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i completely understand about the whole have to stay up past midnight even though my brain is screaming no.
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