Thanks to the many late nights (aka early mornings) of staying up to settle spree matters, my body clock has developed a fucked up rhythm of its own.
Basically my new dictated schedule (as per Shelly’s rebellious body) is that I can’t fall asleep before 7am and then I miraculously wake up between 2-4pm. Yeah, that’s some fucked up shit.
I could be in bed by 2am, but I’d be lying wide awake waiting for sandman to just hit me with his sack of sleepy sand. But nope. Hasn’t happened for the past week. So I start tinkling on the DS lite, and suddenly light starts streaming in from that small sliver of uncurtained window. It’s daybreak already.
Seriously, like WTF.
So I asked Hubs to chut his special power a few hours. And then I am still bloody awake now.
Did I say WTF already? WTF!!!
All this despite my level of tiredness, the number of times I’ve yawned or how much I really just want to fuse with my fluffy goosedown pillow and Seahorse mattress.
If I had any hair to tear, I’ll be doing that right about now.
I am boycotting sleep for Thursday/Friday. Come the wee hours of Saturday, I’m sure I’ll be smacked by 2am and hopefully that will reset this stubborn body clock.
5.18am. Slightly under 3 hours until I can wake Hubs up for brekkie, then head off to the CCF to return my pledge card. Now I wonder what I can do while trying to whittle the hours away.