I am deeply, deeply disappointed in the weather.
After spending the last nine months of my life struggling to stay awake until midnight, I’m suddenly awake at 2 am with my laptop and a dwindling battery and the Jewlery Channel babbling away in the background. (Actually, I’m kind of getting addicted to the Jewelry Channel. Especially the loose stones show.)
It’s the rain. It’s the thunder. It’s the heat.
I used to have insomnia, real life Edward-Norton-Begging-Brad-Pitt-To-Hit-Him Insomnia. There was a time in my life where I would wander around the house until three or four in the morning, simply unable to go to bed. (There was also a nasty year where I wanted to sleep, I could have slept, but I wasn’t allowed to. The less said about those times, the better.)
And now I can sleep again — at least, that’s what I thought until tonight. Suddenly.
First it was the heat. Then it was Dante.
Now it’s the rain.
Four minutes to two.
Ugh. I’m going to bed. I may be back…