Apparently, I’ve Given Up Sleeping for Lent
I’m not really hip on my High Holy Days — being a lapsed Lutheran will do that to ya — but I always remember Lent because it’s in between Alcohol and Chocolate Bunnies. I don’t actually celebrate Lent, I just remember it. Like, oh crap, it’s Lent! I was supposed to…..give up something.
Picard being exasperated at you makes everything better, doesn’t it?
Anyhow, I made it to the gym four times this week, which is less awesome than it sounds. Basically, there were four mornings where I turned off my alarm and couldn’t go back to sleep.
I don’t nap. I don’t go to bed before 11 pm (midnight if there’s something good on TV, one am if I’m reading, four if I have insomnia….). If I ever sew my hand to my lap, this will be why. The only time I ever WANT to sleep is in the carpool line. Sometimes I try to twilight nap in the carpool line, which has to be the least attractive sight ever. I sleep with my mouth open and twitch a lot; it looks very special.
Have a happy Friday night! I’m going to leave you with this adorableness as a lullaby: