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Actually, the sad thing is that it's not dark out. I love summer, really I do. It's 5:15, and I'm up (because I tend to be slow getting ready, because I tend to do unrelated stuff), because I have to catch the bus by about 6:30 to make it to jury duty.
I'm so tired that as I yawn, tears form at the corners of my eyes. I know from prior experience that this will pass somewhat.
Which is good.
Nonetheless, I would like to protest that Scott's brain works in odd ways.
See, I went to bed at 9:30 with the exact intent of not feeling like this this morning.... But:
1. Scott wasn't home yet then, and I needed to ask him something (namely, that he get up and give me a ride to the transit center so that I didn't have to walk there with my laptop in hand, granted I'll have to make the return trip but under no time pressure). So I woke up when he got into bed - which I can avoid doing, usually, if I don't have anything to say.
2. Sometime in the middle of the night (I did not even try to find out when) Scott said "Hey" twice (at least, maybe I missed more), then sat up and said that my pager had gone off. Given I didn't get a page the other night, it was plausible, so I snapped wide awake, tripped the pager light on, and found...0 messages. I assume he dreamed it.
3. Later on, he woke me up saying it was 4 am and I had to get up. Where the hell he got that idea.... When he got home (see #1) I warned him that the alarm was set for 5:15 so that I had time to get ready. How he got '4' from '5:15' and why he thought I needed to get up when the alarm hadn't gone off yet, I have no idea. I was probably a little snappish, because I remember being irritable, but I don't remember the words I said - only that I did.
Talk about broken sleep! *grins wryly* Of course, by way of consolation, I know that Scott got less sleep than I, and quite as broken.
Poor guy.
I'm so tired that as I yawn, tears form at the corners of my eyes. I know from prior experience that this will pass somewhat.
Which is good.
Nonetheless, I would like to protest that Scott's brain works in odd ways.
See, I went to bed at 9:30 with the exact intent of not feeling like this this morning.... But:
1. Scott wasn't home yet then, and I needed to ask him something (namely, that he get up and give me a ride to the transit center so that I didn't have to walk there with my laptop in hand, granted I'll have to make the return trip but under no time pressure). So I woke up when he got into bed - which I can avoid doing, usually, if I don't have anything to say.
2. Sometime in the middle of the night (I did not even try to find out when) Scott said "Hey" twice (at least, maybe I missed more), then sat up and said that my pager had gone off. Given I didn't get a page the other night, it was plausible, so I snapped wide awake, tripped the pager light on, and found...0 messages. I assume he dreamed it.
3. Later on, he woke me up saying it was 4 am and I had to get up. Where the hell he got that idea.... When he got home (see #1) I warned him that the alarm was set for 5:15 so that I had time to get ready. How he got '4' from '5:15' and why he thought I needed to get up when the alarm hadn't gone off yet, I have no idea. I was probably a little snappish, because I remember being irritable, but I don't remember the words I said - only that I did.
Talk about broken sleep! *grins wryly* Of course, by way of consolation, I know that Scott got less sleep than I, and quite as broken.
Poor guy.