So last night it’s like a little past 12:30 and I’m SUPER tired. Score. Maybe I can get to sleep and sleep all night or something. So I gather the energy, go upstairs, go to the bathroom, brush my teeth, the whole nine yards. Right? I’m down and asleep by 1 AM by some miracle. This is great. Definately the earliest I’ve been to sleep since the evil time change and probably the earliest I’ve been to sleep since Sir M left. (Not counting when I was visiting him.)

So that should give me 7 hours of sleep since I get up at 8.

Right?

Yay 7 hours. Maybe I won’t be tired and cranky and fatigued! This will be great! Going into the weekend not tired!

Wrong.

GRRR.

I woke up at 5 AM. Why? Why am I awake? I fight it and lay in bed. I doze off. Wake again around 6. What??? Grrrr. Figh it. Lay in bed. Try to sleep. Well at any rate you can see how my morning has gone so far.

So here it is 8:30 almost in the morning I’m still tired as anything and I want to crawl back in bed and sleep all morning. Seriously… What THE HECK is going on with my stupid body? HELLO I WANT TO SLEEP. I even went to bed when I got tired. *GLARE*

I mean this is seriously beginning to piss me off. Of course I’m already cranky so maybe that is all it is. *SIGH* Joram is cleaning his room. I’m going back to bed. If he gets done he can come lay down with me. This is insane. Why is my body doing this to me?