Industrious people, those glorious early risers are starting to get up. Not me, I haven't even gone to sleep yet. It's nearly 5 a.m. Let me state that I am not a night owl by choice. I want to sleep but I'm having a really bad night. Drugs didn't help. (Sleeping pills, not recreational drugs, but I'm beginning to think that illicit drugs might be a solution. Can I go stand behind the 7-11 and see if anyone can sell me some reefer? What a nerd.)
I suspect the culprit was that innocent little pitcher of iced tea I got at the Tortilla Factory tonight. I tried to water it down with lots of ice. I'm trying to lay off of beer on general priniciples and also because I was performing tonight. I should have just given in and drank beer. Had it been beer instead of iced tea, I'd be asleep by now. By the way, that's a real photo of me. My eyes are a little bloodshot and the blue lipstick is not very attractive.
I'd like to develop a group of fellow midnight ramblers. I can only do so much reading in the wee hours of the morning. It might be nice to find other kindred spirits to discuss current events, zombie support groups. There's a whole new world out there. I need fashion advice, maybe swap recipes, go on some field trips.
Maybe not. . . I think I'll make one more attempt of living the conventional life. Asleep by 5 a.m., up at noon to take on the day. I already know tomorrow is going to be a mess. Caffeine was the culprit, caffeine will be the cure. Wish me luck.