It's late. Silly to still be up this late. But here I am. Working the evening shift is ok. But I can't get to sleep when I get home. My brain perks up soon after I walk in the door. I tried to avoid coffee tonight. But now I'm just hungry and thirsty. There doesn't seem to be a win-win situation, so far. I'm working on it. Buttermilk the other night would have been almost an ideal solution. But, so often, when I buy butter milk it is curdled even though it has plenty of time before it expires. It's not drinkable when it all comes out in chunks. As great as it is when it's fresh I just can't make myself drink it when it's curdled and lumped up.
So, I'm trying to come up with a new plan. Something that doesn't keep me awake and yet helps so I'm not going to bed hungry and dying of thirst. Like tonight.
More snow today. Anyone want some?
I think I'm getting tired enough now. It's a minute to 4:am so that's a good thing. I could be up in two more hours and catch the first Barrie transit bus into town, get breakfast at McDonald's, fall asleep at the table, get mistaken for a street person and tossed out. Then I'd have to wander the downtown streets of Barrie looking for a place to nap until 3:00 when I get to start work.
I think I'll skip that plan and just sleep till 10:00.
Nightie night.
3 comments:
Hope you managed to stick to your plan of sleeping til 10am. My dog makes sure I don't waste day sleeping, even though that's what I want to do sometimes. Don't think I'll see the luxury of a 10am sleep in for at least 15 more years...lol.
Not that I would suggest this to everyone, but I've found that now that I'm older and not much of a drinker, a nice stiff drink makes me sleepy almost instantly. So add a little something-something to your butter milk (which I've never tried, btw), and get those jammies ready :)
I wish I could've taken a snow day yesterday...and today. I dislike winter alot. I had to scrap the inside of my windows! Just babbling myself.
Careful, babbling is catchy. Next you'll find all your thoughts just stringing together in an endless babble. People will start to look at you and wonder what kind of weirdo thinks up stuff like that. Happens to me often. I'm taking up a career as a stalker, for instance. More to come.
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