Well, it certainly seems that way.
I've been going through one of my Bouts of Sleeplessness again, but this time it's because I'm feeling inspired.
I can't get my brain - or my body - to slow down.
I want to read.
I want to write.
I want to clean.
I want to exercise.
I want to take up cooking.
I want to dance around the house.
I'm like a kid with ADD for Pete's sake!
Take these past few days for example.
I already have 20.5 hours in at work and right now, instead of being dog-tired as I know I should be, I am feeling hyper. I almost wish I could hop on the Air Climber and bang out half an hour - and kick the ass of this morning's measly 15 minutes I did half asleep, but I'm afraid that when I do actually crash, it'll end up keeping up.
It's a vicious, vicious thing methinks.
I've always been a night owl, even when I was a little girl. Yet another trait inherited from Mommalah - it joins gnarly feet, searing wit and all-around fabulousness ... naturally.
