Insomnia isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

I should specify that I don’t actually have insomnia.  I think what I really have is a lingering childish desire to “stay up late.”  I really don’t know why I don’t always go to bed at a reasonable hour.  I mean, to some people 1 or 2 a.m. is ridiculously late.  To be honest, I am actually kind of proud of myself if I manage to be in bed at or before those times.  When I say “ridiculously late,” I am talking about 5, 6, or even 7 a.m..  So late that you have to actually call it early. 

I honestly don’t know why I have this weird inability to go to bed, but I do.  I do not think that it is insomnia I am dealing with.  I think that would involve me actually going to my bed and attempting to fall asleep.  No.  I stay up and about.  Exercising, watching tv and movies, surfing the internet, writing articles, et cetera.  I am currently sitting here on my couch and writing this article at about 6:30 a.m., having never gone to bed.  Why?  There was no pressing need to stay up.  But I think the real problem is that this lifestyle has been facilitated by a lame life.  As in, during the day, I do NOT have a life.  I do generally have things to do in the evening, but my days are full of boringness, lounging, and a serious lack of productivity. 

I find myself in a precarious state of being.  Consider my meals.  I am now to the point where lunch is the first meal of my day.  Why?  Because I am awake late enough that breakfast has become the final meal of my day.  I blame my two favorite breakfast food restaurants.  When I am up this late, I tend to get really hungry, and since they open early enough for me to catch them from the other side of sleep… well… I go.  I eat my breakfast sandwiches and then finally mosey off to bed. 

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