JulieAloha

It’s 1:39 in the morning and I’m still awake, so I thought to myself, “I haven’t blogged in a long time, why not now?” Indeed, why not? Because I should really be sleeping and I CAN’T! I meant to go to bed at 9, then got engrossed in the Twitterverse until almost 10, so dutifully I signed off and prepared for bed. At some point I realized that my eyes were open and staring at the curtain wafting in the wake of the fan. I started to wonder when exactly I had opened my eyes, but I refused to look at the clock – I didn’t want to know if I’d only been in bed for a short while or automatically start calculating how much time I would have before the alarm would ring if I managed to go to sleep right this instant. I scrooged my eyes shut and desperately tried not to think . . . about anything . . . anything at all . . . and suddenly I saw motion: my eyes were open again! Aaaughh! And so – closed . . . open . . . shut . . . open . . . open . . . wait . . . what?! Grumble, turn over, punch pillows, kick sheets loose, relax muscles, breathing regular even breaths, eyes decisively closed . . . dark . . . quiet . . . murmur of the fan oscillating . . . glow from the bedside shelf . . . oh, no . . . eyes open . . . again. So at midnight I gave up. I opened the laptop, checked FaceBook, hotmail, Joe Mallozzi’s blog. Picked up the iPod and read the last couple hours worth of tweets. Updated the Extended Care website, added pics from my Alaska Cruise, worked on lesson plans. So. It’s now 2:02am and I’m exhaustedly blogging, slogging at blogging, slipping slap-happily doggedly flogging at blogging. Oh. I’m. So. Tired. G’night . . .