So this is my first blog! As usual, it's 2 AM and I'm sitting awake telling myself that I need to go to bed. Every night I lie to myself over and over again. "I'll go to bed at 11:30," which turns into..."I'll go to bed at midnight," and before I know it, it's 2:00, and I'm still wide awake. But even though I spend most mornings cursing my late night episodes, trying to convince myself to get out of bed, and rushing to get out the door, I must admit that I love staying up late. There's something about a quiet house, and no expectations. No one expects you to be anywhere at 2 AM, to clean, to cook, or to do anything for that matter. So it's a time to do nothing, to waste time, and get away with it. In my book, it's worth the exhaustion.
"Sleep is overrated."
On that note...guess I better go to sleep.