So daylight savings time has come once again and I find myself out and about this night. Great. You wanna know why? I'm old people, I can no longer hang, so I want to one, stop spending my money and two, go the hell home because it is five hours past my bedtime. I should have been on my third dream by now.
Speaking of dreams, why am I dreaming about work? And not only dreaming about work and my coworkers, but I am dreaming about work and my coworkers on a Sunday. Now I know tomorrow is Monday and all, but hell brain, Sunday is still part of the weekend and I wish my life away for weekends during the week so I may escape work and my coworkers, so why brain are you going all over active work mode on me? You couldn't wait a measly 24 hours? We will be there tomorrow. ALL day. Just wait, stop being so anxious.
So the clocks skipped ahead, jumped forward, whatever it is that clocks and time do, it did last night. Well why is it that even though it means that I got less than four hours of sleep, why is my body still set to the old time and since I didn't have time to move the clocks in the house ahead last night, I wake up this morning to the led lights staring at me glaring a nice red 7:48.
What the hell?! Is this serious? Why does my body feel the need on the weekends to wake itself up at the crack of I don't want to know this hour exists anymore hour? Why can't my body be like normal tired bodies and sleep until it is rested, not until it has been programmed to wake up. Funniest part is that not only does this damn early rising then require me to at some point in the day take a nap aka waste perfectly good day hours because I have been up all morning aka the useless hours because there is nothing on tv and no one else is up, but during the week, I can not wake up to save my life. What is that?!
So I'm going to need a nap and I know that tomorrow when my alarm is the thing that wakes me up and not my body, my body will be on denial mode, in denial that if I hit that snooze button one more time, I will be half an hour late to work. I don't know what it is. Why can I wake up perfectly early on a weekend, but a weekday? No ma'am. That is a struggle. A true struggle.
I feel like it is a really nasty anomaly. Whoever decided it would be funny to hard wire into humans, or maybe even just me (I was hoping not to be quite so special) the internal clock aka wake up on your own thing, well they, they had a twisted sick sense of humor.
I just wanna sleep ok? So maybe now I'll take that nap.
