If I should tell a lie, I cross my heart and hope to die....I hope we never die.

About once or twice a month I struggle with waking up in the morning. This used to be every day, starting in adolescence all the way up through college, but then something happened and I didn't exactly become a morning person, but more that once I was awakened, I couldn't go back to sleep so I resigned myself to starting my day. I may be walking around, listening to music, starting the coffee pot and letting the dog out, but my brain is far away and not ready to hold a conversation outside of my own head for the most part. After an hour or so, but body and brain sync up and all is fully functional.

Not today. My eyelids were so heavy and my brain was cloudy and despite getting up to hit snooze and go to the bathroom, I could easily have fallen back asleep for several more hours. That however was not an option. So here I am, sitting at work, using many tricks to stay awake, including coffee, water, chocolate, sex (well, thoughts of it, not actually having it), chatting with co-workers, and eventually, work. None of it seems to be doing any good. I'm yawning every few moments. My next tactic is nicotine.

Last night's film discussion group was a bust. Hopefully this means tonight's gig at Circuit will go fabulously. I'm looking forward to it actually, though I'm a little concerned about my energy levels. Hopefully with a post-work disco nap and a couple vitamin!waters, I'll be straight. I mean, not straight like that.

Coming soon: lunch with Paradise Regained and freakysparks, our first collaborative effort!