I am an early riser. It's weird to admit that, since it's summer, and I don't have a standard job, and there is no reason for me to be an early riser, but nothing changes the fact that I am. I rarely sleep past 9, and when I do, it's because I am either sick or was up distinctly late the night before. The issue is that I have an incredibly strong internal clock, so regardless of what time I go to bed, I am generally up around 8. Which is great for productivity, but terrible for general tiredness when I don't get to bed around midnight.
The point is, yesterday I slept for most of the day (because I was sick). And then, at the Indian place where I had dinner, Eia and I ordered our favorite chai tea (which is incredibly caffeinated and they fill your glass about a thousand times before you leave) so I came home around 8:30 pm just absolutely wired. Generally around 10 pm I start falling asleep on the couch no matter what's on the TV, but last night I was bouncing up and down in my seat asking Justin "so what do you wanna doooo?!" while HE was the one falling asleep.
I couldn't get him to watch any Buffy with me, but we ended up talking about silly things in the amount of time that we could have watched three and a half episodes of Buffy (so I'm counting it as a win) and when he finally went to bed, I stayed up even later catching up on SHAYTARDS videos. I finally went to sleep about 3 hours past my normal bedtime, and all of this is a very long-winded story to tell you that on the one day I probably would have ignored my body clock and slept until noon, Luke decided it would be fun to call me and wake me up bright and early before his morning raft trip.
I was half asleep for the early portion of our phone conversation but I do remember hearing him giggle (yes, he giggled) when I answered the phone with a half "hello" and half "mmrrfhhf" noise.
Now I am wide awake (weirdly, as I only got about 6 hours of sleep last night) and it's still so early that I doubt anyone else is awake in my house.
I don't know if any of you read the comic strip "Garfield Minus Garfield" - the premise is that without Garfield in the strip, John Arbuckle leads a depressing, sad life by himself in which he spends a lot of time talking to thin air. I think it's hilarious. The point of me telling you this is that last night amidst my ridiculous caffeine high I told Justin that I was starting to imagine our interactions without me in them and it generally made for much funnier situations. So for instance, I had this mental image of a comic strip in which Justin is arguing with himself over whether or not he should watch Season 1 of Buffy, then he yells "Fine, but only because I have nothing better to do!" and then he's sitting all alone on the couch, with only himself to blame.
I called this scenario "Kristina Minus Kristina."
Somehow I think I found it more amusing than Justin did, because it was also around this point that he said, "I missed you [while you were on tour], and I like spending time with you, but right now I want to throw my laptop at you."
I have started seeing "Back to School" signs, which 1. furthers my theory that they come earlier every year and 2. made me start to realize I'm not going back to school. It's because of that fact that I am going to try to be productive today. Which does not in fact mean that I am going to do my laundry, but that I am going to work on some writing this afternoon. So maybe I'll post something on my blog at some point, if I come up with anything I like enough.
Last google search: "green" (I always feel guilty when this isn't exciting, but come on. "Green"? That could mean ANYTHING. Oh the intrigue.)
Chipotle burritos: 15
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