Sleepypoo

It is now 2:21am. I can't sleep. I went to bed at 11pm, and lay there for a few hours, then tried reading to make my eyes tired.

I'll let you take a wild guess as to how successful that was. Damn Bruce Campbell for writing an awesome book.

This normally wouldn't bother me too much, but lately I've been pressuring myself to keep some sort of schedule. Lately that schedule is try to sleep and wake up no later than 1pm. I've been successful so far, but I have a problem.

I have to be up at 7:30am to head to my grandma's to visit, and swim with my nieces. The question in my head is, do I try and sleep, knowing that when 7:30 comes around the last thing I am going to want to do is wake up and get ready. I'll have to go to war with myself to get up.

My other option is stay up. If I can stay awake till 7:30, I would be occupied enough to stay awake through the day, maybe sneaking in a nap at grandma's. This would also allow me to fall asleep earlier in the night, putting me on a more normal schedule. In case you haven't noticed, I have done this many times. I'll just be sure to not fall asleep in the pool and drown. I could do one of my monster cannonballs to wake myself up. The kids love the huge waves I can make, but godamn those hurt my balls.