Up at the Crack of Noon
Blargh. As many of you know, I’ve been having sleep problems for quite some time now. My insomnia has been the source of inspiration for some bitter poetry as well as a source of general frustration, especially since I’ve been unemployed.
However, I’m beginning to think that all those months of sleepless nights and groggy days were simply preparing me for the next stage in life. I never thought that I would sleep for ten hours or so a night and still wake up feeling terrible. And to top it off, most days I’m getting up somewhere in the neighborhood of noon. I’m sure you can do the math yourself.
All I can say is that it’s a good thing the little guy is so cute, or I might consider sending him back for an older model that sleeps all night.