For No Good Reason

While Edmund is working his magic in the kitchen, I’m downstairs in my office banging out my latest blag post. Trying not to wait ’til the last minute. Again.

I’ve been very tired lately. I’ve mentioned this earlier. Today, in addition to the tiredness, I felt sick. And I know it’s partly because I’ve been staying up late for no good reason.

Sure, I’d be watching Angel or Buffy, reading a book, journaling, blagging, or playing Angry Birds Transformers, but something useful? I was not doing it.

Here is what goes through my mind: “Oh. It’s 11:30. I should go to bed. If only I could stop this Angel episode. But I haven’t written in my journal yet. And maybe I should do a Faerie’s Oracle reading on myself. And after that, work on my tarot skills. I should read some of that non-fiction-learny book I’ve wanted to read for a while. Oh. I need to do my three-fold alignment/dove exercise.” An hour later, I get into bed and play Angry Birds Transformers for another hour.

And the thing is, I know I “should” go to sleep earlier, I know sleep is one of the most important things, but I haven’t been able to force myself to go to sleep at a reasonable time.

Well, one day this week I was in bed by 11 pm. That was nice. I fell asleep around midnight. When I get into bed at midnight sometimes I’m up to 1 or 2 am.

I feel like I am spinning my wheels.

Maybe this is just a phase.