Dear Circadian Rhythm,
You totally elude me.
This spoken from a tried and true morning person, or... at least the remnants of one.
In bed by 9 pm, up by 6. What happened to those precious nights?
Now life is flipped upside down, on it's head, and I'm trying to figure out which way is up.
How am I supposed to be awake during the day if you flounce your way into my bedroom unannounced (rude) and wake me up at 0300?
So you win again, I'm up, drinking coffee by 4:06 am.
You were always such a faithful companion. We got along so well, you and I.
You'd better believe that tomorrow night, I'm coming for you.
Because there's a new sheriff in town, and her name is Benadryl, and we will track you down.
Until we meet again,
|scary stuff here people.|