Midnight Snack

I wasn’t feeling very well last night, and sat down to watch television. I watched two or three episodes of Dirty Jobs because that Mike Rowe is hysterical. Turns out he’s also a professional opera singer, and used to perform with the Baltimore Symphony. Who’da thunk it? Anyway, there was a really neato program on the History Channel that came on afterward about the Dragon’s Triangle. It came on at 8 pm. I fell asleep at 8:30 and woke up around 9:30. I Dunno was asleep very near a bag of chips that I’m sure he grabbed before napping. After some difficulty in waking him up, I finished off the chips, and we went upstairs. I promptly went to bed, as I hadn’t yet woken from the fog I was in during the nap. It was one of those very intense naps where you awaken to realize you don’t know where you are, what you were last doing, or why. I knew I pay for this, and would probably wake up in the middle of the night. I was asleep before 10 pm.
I slept very hard and got some good rest. I rolled over this morning and checked the time to see if I should sleep in or go have breakfast. It didn’t look too dark outside, and I squinted to look at my clock across the room. I thought it said 5 am. I figured I’d sleep a few extra hours and go back to bed. I squinted harder. It was 2 am. Surprise!
Having subconsciously planned on this happening, I went downstairs and got myself a huge glass (jug) of water and some saltines. I turned on my lamp and grabbed my reading glasses. Armed with my Urdu binder, textbook, and a good pen, I stayed up until about 4 studying script and vocabulary. It was excellent. I started feeling tired again, and laid down with my MP3 player to listen to some tunes before bed. Some of my favorite albums came up on the random playlists and I listened and silently sang along. I also decided there were a few more songs I was going to try to learn. I went to sleep with a small amount of difficulty and woke up around eight. It was like one of those weekend days where you wake up at seven or eight and watch an hour of television, and then go back to sleep for a few extra hours. It was delightful.
In other news, I updated the “just because,” link, and for those of you that are keeping up with it, there will be a new installment of Lincoln Memorial later this afternoon (doubtful) or early tomorrow (more plausible) if not tomorrow evening (almost definite).
I slept very hard and got some good rest. I rolled over this morning and checked the time to see if I should sleep in or go have breakfast. It didn’t look too dark outside, and I squinted to look at my clock across the room. I thought it said 5 am. I figured I’d sleep a few extra hours and go back to bed. I squinted harder. It was 2 am. Surprise!

Having subconsciously planned on this happening, I went downstairs and got myself a huge glass (jug) of water and some saltines. I turned on my lamp and grabbed my reading glasses. Armed with my Urdu binder, textbook, and a good pen, I stayed up until about 4 studying script and vocabulary. It was excellent. I started feeling tired again, and laid down with my MP3 player to listen to some tunes before bed. Some of my favorite albums came up on the random playlists and I listened and silently sang along. I also decided there were a few more songs I was going to try to learn. I went to sleep with a small amount of difficulty and woke up around eight. It was like one of those weekend days where you wake up at seven or eight and watch an hour of television, and then go back to sleep for a few extra hours. It was delightful.

In other news, I updated the “just because,” link, and for those of you that are keeping up with it, there will be a new installment of Lincoln Memorial later this afternoon (doubtful) or early tomorrow (more plausible) if not tomorrow evening (almost definite).