On a nap-free week

I've loved my daily naps. I've loved breaking my day into manageable chunks - 10-3, 5-11, repeat. The siesta is truly the height of civilization. It just doesn't fit the time zone assimilation plan.

Not that it's a hard day or anything, after all a foot massage and eyebrow dye job were on the bill. But 4:30 am is a time to GO to bed, not get out of it. I can't see myself doing this longer than necessary. I AM waking up before the alarm, largely because the plan is so very ridiculous I wake up to see if I will. I have.

I turn ALL the lights on, read the paper, have coffee, do SOMETHING that requires getting dressed, then, by 8 am I'm ready for my midmorning snack.

The pre-primetime TV shows take on an importance way beyond justification - Jeopardy may, indeed, be the last input of the day. My chair is cozy, soft & not easily gotten out of. My cat is cozy, soft & not easily dislodged. The combo is killer - Cat + weird hours = coma.

I'm sure waking to the morning sun at what I feel to be 3 a.m. is easier than faking daylight. And there, after all, there's nothing to stop me from my afternoon nap. Ah, siesta a la Britannia. Wake me for dinner.

Unprecedented !

It is my great honor and privilege to announce that today I've stayed awake a record number of hours...for me....for this summer. As of this minute, I've been awake and nap-free for 14-1/2 hours ! Struggling to stay awake through the 7:30 Jeopardy, but I'm looking to last another hour at least. Have I made London time yet?

on being a star!

I was stopped on my way out of the theatre last night by a girl who had to tell me I "exude awesomeness." Exude awesomeness......we knew that, didn't we?

great quote: frighteningly true.....

The very purpose of existence is to reconcile the glowing opinion we have of ourselves with the appalling things that other people think about us.
- Quentin Crisp