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Bedtime? But I'm a grown-up!
Apparently, my body has issued a mandate: I am no longer a night owl. If I wish to be functional, I have to be in bed (and preferrably asleep) between ten and eleven pm. Closer to the ten than the eleven.
Well, poopie. I thought the point of being a grownup was that you could stay up til midnight, if you wanted. Nights where I don't have to be at work the next day used to be all-night internet infernos. Now, it's yawning and crawling into bed barely functional around 10:30 pm.
I blame work, for scheduling me all these morning shifts. It's a grand conspiracy to turn me into a morning person, I tell you!
And to make matters worse, I got a free sample of Metamucil in the mail today. Biscuit, pills, and powders. C'mon people, I'm not even thirty yet!!
(grumbles)
I need to have another glass of water and take my vitamin. Forgot it this morning.
Well, poopie. I thought the point of being a grownup was that you could stay up til midnight, if you wanted. Nights where I don't have to be at work the next day used to be all-night internet infernos. Now, it's yawning and crawling into bed barely functional around 10:30 pm.
I blame work, for scheduling me all these morning shifts. It's a grand conspiracy to turn me into a morning person, I tell you!
And to make matters worse, I got a free sample of Metamucil in the mail today. Biscuit, pills, and powders. C'mon people, I'm not even thirty yet!!
(grumbles)
I need to have another glass of water and take my vitamin. Forgot it this morning.