It’s 3:30 AM and I’m awake.   Not a fucking happy camper either. 

 

No, it’s not because I stayed up all night.  Quite the contrary, actually.  I went to bed early last night (10-ish) to shave off some of those hours on my sleep debt, you know and where does this lead me. 

 

Total and utter body betrayal.

 

I have tried my best to guard myself from falling into that same old summer season trap that I usually fling myself into, the one where I sleep all day and stay up all night, but come on.  Is it really that inevitable?

 

And don’t try to scare me with that Emily Rose shit, it won’t work. 

 

I am a person who loves, loves, loves to sleep.  I used to run only in 5 hours’ worth all through out college and I don’t want to do that anymore.  Can you say ‘premature death’?

 

But here I am, tossing and turning in bed like nobody’s business.  And everybody knows how fuckingannoying that feels like. 

 

Shit. 

 

On the upside, I think Marat Safin has just outed #3 seed, Novak Djokovic in Wimbledon. 

 

I say this with utmost surprise: No way.  Maybe this is the news I was awoken for.  Hmm. Here’s where I got it from first.