It’s about 9:20 p.m. My head is about to hit the keyboard.

Must…tough…it…out…

I slept through Monday night, 11 p.m. to 7 a.m. No problem. Yes! Great! Jetlag’s gone. So last night I went to bed at 11 p.m. again.

By 2 a.m., I was on the couch watching “Loser” on TBS. Around 3 a.m. I went back to bed to give sleep another chance, instead I found Brandon wide awake. So Brandon got up to play EQ2. 45 minutes later, after several tosses and turns and a few fade-outs, I was back on the couch watching the end of “Loser” and rolling into the middle of “The Order”. I finished “The Order around 5 a.m. I dragged my ass back to bed, tossed and turned for another hour until I finally settled down.

At 6:30, Brandon blazed back in to get ready for work and therefore woke me from my fading in and out of sleep. 6:45 I was in the shower.

3 hour of sleep and give or take another hour of drifting in and out of it.

Tonight, Brandon went to bed around 8:30 p.m. And I’m trying my damnest to stay awake for another 30 minutes to ensure a good night sleep…

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Fuck that. I’m going to bed. NOW.