Had a weird sleep weekend which I hope doesn't translate into a weird sleep week or something.
Friday night was an absolutely drinktastic new episode of Just Talking to the Cornfield. If you want to hear what The Colonel sounds like drunk off of his ass, then this episode is for you. I wasn't quite so gone baby gone, but the words "huge Dominican cock" were uttered by me at one point. Yeah. So be sure to download the episode on Talkshoe or iTunes. You will be disappointed.
The cats, one asshole in particular, woke me up early on Saturday after about 4 and 1/2 hours of sleep. Not my favorite way to begin a Saturday. Especially when I found it difficult to fall back asleep. After a little while I stopped trying, but late Saturday afternoon I was able to fit in a decent little nap. Now the problem? I wasn't tired at all on Saturday night.
So I stayed up.
All. Night. Long.
I re-watched Gangs of New York (man...Cameron Diaz? WTF?) and I finished a book I had been reading. And read a bunch of stuff online. Next thing I knew, it was 7AM on Easter Sunday morning. Yikes! That was okay. We had dinner plans later on in the day, and it was a foggy, crappy morning. Almost perfect for sleeping, so I gave it a shot and managed to get a decent 5 hours in, waking up at noon.
Which was fine, really. I hadn't been drinking or carousing on Saturday, so a five-hour recharge is usually perfect for me. Except that it wasn't and by the time we got home on Sunday, at 7:30PM, I could barely keep my eyes open. So I didn't and I fell asleep. For a few hours.
Now, it's a little past 11:30PM on Sunday night as I type this and I'm wide awake again. I somehow managed to get in a little over 8 hours of sleep today, but it was all the wrong hours and I have this sinking dread that I'm going to be up all night again.
So if you see me roaming the blogosphere or Twitter early on Monday AM (after midnight), tell me to get my ass back to bed. Because I'll pay for it tomorrow if I don't