snarklyboojum | (no subject)

I swear, what is it about my physiology that makes me hit my stride at two o'clock in the morning? It's always been like that, even when I was a little girl. Well, maybe not when I was really little, as my parents set a strict bedtime for me, though I distinctly remember being more awake before I went to sleep than at any other time. Because of this I've learned to function reasonably well with about two hours sleep and a nap at some point in the afternoon, as those in my college dorm can attest to. (There was this weird couple of days where I had deadline after deadline and I didn't sleep for about a day and a half - I wound up curling into a ball on the busiest lobby couch ever, and crashing for an hour or so.)

I met up with the girls (yay!) for dinner at around eight tonight, and we stumbled to Starbucks until about midnight. They were obviously getting sleepy and a little slap-happy, whereas I was full of pep and ready to go. I'll probably be awake until at least six, and then meet up with the girls around ten for breakfast at First Watch. I am so nocturnal it's creepy.

...Yeah. There was no real point to this post other to say that I miss my girls when they aren't here and to point out how appropriate this icon continues to be and how much I adore