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Dudes, I am so excessively awesome it hurts. How so? you ask. Well, let me tell you.
I got 45 minutes of sleep last night. Seriously. Forty-five minutes. And that's more than I was planning on. See, my mom and Heather and Hailey needed a ride to the airport this morning for an eeeeaaaaarly flight to Washington state. They're going to a wedding for one of my cousins, I didn't want to take Cole out of school. Not the point, really. They had to be at the airport at 5:30 AM. Meaning we had to leave at 5. Meaning I had to get up at 4:30 so I could take the dogs out and get dressed and all that fun stuff.
So, being the BRILLIANT person that I am, I think ... "Hmm, I usually go to sleep around 2 or 3. Is 2-ish hours of sleep even worth it? Should I just stay up all night and sleep while Cole's at school? That's sounds fantastic! Operation Stay Up All Night and Sleep the Morning Away will commence!"
You know, I was doing just fine until about 3. Then I kept looking at the clock and thinking ... "Damn. Am I insane?" By 3:45 I literally couldn't keep my eyes open. So I slept from 3:45 to 4:30 when my alarm went off. Amazingly, I wasn't a total Zombie after that. I did my thing with the family, got Cole off to school and ended up sleeping from 7:30 to 1. Not too shabby, I guess.
Next time I get the idea to stay up all night because it would be so amazing and FUN, just roll your eyes at me and smirk. I'll understand. On the plus side, I got some late night/early morning writing done. Which is to be expected, really.
So.
Another 2K word day. I like those. Today's writing was all sex. All of it. There was no part that wasn't sex. What? It's a porny werewolf book! They have sex. A lot. As the author of said porny werewolf book, I end up writing it. A lot. It works out well for everyone involved.
Cole has 3 friends spending the night. Thus far they've been well-behaved. Plus, they're listening to Green Day and My Chemical Romance downstairs so I get tune-age whenever I venture out of my room. Sweet.
I'm done.
Later.
I got 45 minutes of sleep last night. Seriously. Forty-five minutes. And that's more than I was planning on. See, my mom and Heather and Hailey needed a ride to the airport this morning for an eeeeaaaaarly flight to Washington state. They're going to a wedding for one of my cousins, I didn't want to take Cole out of school. Not the point, really. They had to be at the airport at 5:30 AM. Meaning we had to leave at 5. Meaning I had to get up at 4:30 so I could take the dogs out and get dressed and all that fun stuff.
So, being the BRILLIANT person that I am, I think ... "Hmm, I usually go to sleep around 2 or 3. Is 2-ish hours of sleep even worth it? Should I just stay up all night and sleep while Cole's at school? That's sounds fantastic! Operation Stay Up All Night and Sleep the Morning Away will commence!"
You know, I was doing just fine until about 3. Then I kept looking at the clock and thinking ... "Damn. Am I insane?" By 3:45 I literally couldn't keep my eyes open. So I slept from 3:45 to 4:30 when my alarm went off. Amazingly, I wasn't a total Zombie after that. I did my thing with the family, got Cole off to school and ended up sleeping from 7:30 to 1. Not too shabby, I guess.
Next time I get the idea to stay up all night because it would be so amazing and FUN, just roll your eyes at me and smirk. I'll understand. On the plus side, I got some late night/early morning writing done. Which is to be expected, really.
So.
Another 2K word day. I like those. Today's writing was all sex. All of it. There was no part that wasn't sex. What? It's a porny werewolf book! They have sex. A lot. As the author of said porny werewolf book, I end up writing it. A lot. It works out well for everyone involved.
Cole has 3 friends spending the night. Thus far they've been well-behaved. Plus, they're listening to Green Day and My Chemical Romance downstairs so I get tune-age whenever I venture out of my room. Sweet.
I'm done.
Later.
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