How sad am I? It's only 12:13 a.m. and I'm tired. Like, really tired. My eyes are rebelling against being open. How is it that only a year ago I was staying up until 4 a.m. on a regular basis? How did I subsist on only 5-6 hours of sleep a night? How come I can no longer do that? Yet on the weekends I still feel the need to stay up late, even when I'm home alone. I guess to prove to myself that I still can.
In thinking about this, I've come to the conclusion that it's because I had people around me. Only a couple weeks ago I was up until 4 a.m. without too much of a problem. Because I was with people. Doing stuff. Not sitting around my apartment. Alone. I guess it's just part of the process of morphing from a wild (*snicker*) college student to a functioning member of the Real World. Uck. Make it stop. I much preferred being a college student.
Oh, and you should go see Bring It On. It's good. Now I feel slightly less guilty for having watched some of those cheerleading competitions on ESPN2. Well, those are fun because I can get up and dance along with them to the music. Whee, fun!
Current song in my head:
"Take a Chance on Me" by ABBA