Its 1am and I’m wide awake, which is odd considering it has been a hectic, bone numbingly tiring week. In fact it was only while dropping Chinky Pinky at LAX that I realized that the week had really flown by and it was already the weekend. All the way there and all the way back all I wanted to do was sleep, obviously a bad idea when zipping around at 80mph. 

This wanting to sleep at inappropriate times is a bad habit of mine, every single lecture I’ve ever been in, I’ve wanted to sleep. I in fact used to go to sleep in front of my Chem tuition teacher’s face, much to her surprise and chagrin. But when I can sleep, when I’m lying in bed and its nice and cozy I don’t fall asleep. It’s the darndest thing and one of the main reasons why I like drinking on the weekends. After about 9 or 10 drinks at least I go to sleep (or pass out, take your pick) and sleep the sleep of the dead without random dreams. One said random dream involved the front section of a KLM flight landing point blank on the top of my head (I don’t know, I can’t control what I dream about!).

That said, the alarm is off, the pooch is snoring and I’m going to try and get some shut eye, hopefully wake up late tomorrow, head to the gym, change the oil (the car’s not mine), get some new brake pads and then spend the rest of the weekend prone. Until I have to pick up CP from LAX on Sunday night though…but that’s two days away…weekends never last long enough.