Katie Doyle, Girl About Town

Tuesday, Jul. 27, 2004 - 11:59 p.m.

Diaryland Quote(s) of the Day:
"...I would only eat a Kraft Macaroni and Cheese dinner if there was nothing else whatsoever to eat. I include licking empty ice-cream wrappers in this statement."
--Golfwidow

I am very tired and hate waking up at 8am every day.

Now, I realize some of you are already at work by 8 every morning. I get that. I feel your pain.

I am not you.

I have been getting up at 12 and working from 3 to 11 or later for a very long time now. The night person I truly am had free reign and dug every single minute of it. For the last 9 years, she has watched late night movies and worked on writing projects or jewelry and her website, and by and large gotten to do whatever the hell she wanted, when she wanted, and slept 7 hours (or more) at a time. I liked her. Or at least, I liked her schedule. It was nice.

Sadly, that person has been brutally subjugated and unfairly imprisoned by a new day person, a person who reports to work by about 9:45 each day and works to 7 without an actual lunch period and who most people look at for the first few hours of every day and go "oh....want some coffee?"

So here I am, yet again missing out on sleep. Why? Because deep down inside, I am still that night person, who gets a second wind at 10pm every night and says, "Sleep? WTH is that? Sleep is for weenies, you wimpy crybaby loser. Now load another game of Snood, and be quick about it. And go get me another Diet Coke, right now." Late night is when I am most creative, when my brain starts hopping around with ideas and snippets of writing and the desire to poke around on the web and make things. Day is clearly for sleeping, in the miswired chemistry of my brain. But the rest of the world is up during the day, and so, at least for now, am I.

Kiss my ass, world. You suck.

Bygones.

Actually, the reason I opened this up tonight - past my bedtime - is to send you over to Pamie. I meant to before, but I was all wrapped up with my own selfish little life and didn't get around to it. Then tonight, I got email and realized "oh crap." So go there now. Because the contest may be over, but it's never too late for books, and reading is fundamental. And seriously, you could buy something for some selfish loser with a freaking wishlist posted on his/her website (bygones), but wouldn't it feel great to give a book to a desperately needy library instead, so people who can't afford wishlists or their own website can read great books, too?

Altruism rocks, gentle reader. Give it a try.

If nothing else, you can deduct it from your taxes.

So anybody like Assboy who's reading this, why don't you think of someone else for a change AND get yourself a nifty deduction? And speaking of Assboy, I will update on his latest antics - and there have been some - tomorrow. For now, I should try to heed the siren call of bed, for while my brain might be spinning, the rest of me is growling screw you, brain, I need sleep. So I am off.

Peace out,
Katie

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