17 Hours

I should be asleep, since it's technically morning. I didn't realize it was past 5 a.m. or I would have gone to bed. There's a reason I'm still conscious, and that reason is that I've only been awake about twelve hours. Friday I went to bed about midnight, and Saturday I woke up at 5 p.m., which is seventeen hours later. I had not imbibed any substances to explain this Rip Van Winkleism, so all I can think is that winter has me screwed up beyond belief, which seems to be the norm.

Is it May yet?

Update: 7 a.m. and still awake. Methinks a nap is in order...