…how tired I’ve been.

I get off of work at 6:30 am. I usually go to bed fairly soon. I was running for a while, but then I discovered that running allowed even less time for sleep – so I haven’t done it in a while.

I tried to blog, for some reason, this morning – I wrote a small post for Vox, and added a few people to the Aggregator, and a small post for my own blog – while reading all of those blogs I promised I would check back to, to see if they were, in fact, blogging apologetics. Some I’m still checking, some I liked – and added.

However, that put me to bed about 9:30 am. I was supposed to get up at around 1:30 pm, so I can be up, take a shower, check comments/email, etc., and meet my girlfriend for lunch a bit past 3. I don’t know if my alarm didn’t go off, or I got up, went across the room and shut it off, or what – I got up at 6:30 pm. I was supposed to be at McDonald’s at 3:30 or so, and choir starts at 7. It’s a half hour drive to church, or thereabouts – so I’m late just waking up.

Gotta love it.

So, I actually got 9 hours of sleep today. Which is the highest in 3 weeks, by about 4 hours – sans last Friday (where I actually stood my girlfriend up again, because I just didn’t hear the alarm).

Why, oh why, do I feel like sleep is something I won’t discover again until I’m married and settled down, and in a 9-5 job? I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to sleep 8 hours. It feels just like 5 hours – except you are more refreshed, and it takes longer. Which is often diastrous. (The latter, not the former.)


All because I did something *else* I said I was going to do…